"I love you, too, my wife," Kimberly replied.They kissed and fell asleep in each other's arms.On Monday, Kimberly was ready to go home - medically and...figuratively.The idea of spending a few days alone with her wife was intoxicating.They spent much of the days shopping; Kimberly had a whole new wardrobeto build up. And because they were roughly the same size, they wereable to pick out clothes for both. The nights, however, were a different story. Kimberly had beenprogrammed with an amazing. ’ Did it ever stop? He’d been alone for so long. And now, enter a companion down in this basement, and of course she’d be deaf. Deafened like he had been blinded. He crawled toward the sound of her sobbing, and reached out his hand to place it ever so gently on hers. She jerked back, but he held on and squeezed before letting go. God, it felt good to touch something warm, something living. His thoughts flew back to his wife as they so often did. He used to grab her hand and pull her on his. ”“Oh god.”“No, no, ah, Jane didn’t say anything to my Mother. So, you know, we’re cool with that” he said matter of factly.“Oh thank God. Dodge a bullet there” she laughed, a bit nervously.“Uh, yeah. So here’s the thing, she wants to meet you” he said with a wince.Silence.A little more silence.He listened very carefully. Is that her breathing?“Cindy? Hey, you there?” he asked.Softly he heard “Uh huh.”“So, you okay. You know, meeting my sister” and ever so softly “and her family?”“Uhm, okay.. I was kissing him hotly as he carried me into the kitchen. I opened the electronic lock and told Marci to get to work. I leaned against the counter as she took my urine then licked me to a delicious orgasm right before her tongue pierced my asshole and she brought me to a second wonderful climax. Rob was right next to me and I knew I wanted his cum in my pussy so I warned Marci not to make him cum. She looked up at me with sorrowful eyes, but tough shit. She was the slave; I was the.