I mostly wanted her to know that I wasn’t trying to go behind his back. Our last fight had been about my constant flirting with her when she had tol... me so many times that she would never cheat on her husband.I attached my phone number, hoping that perhaps she would want to catch up again sometime during the week. I stretched and started heading for bed. I was exhausted, but still a little aroused from reading the book, so I returned to a favourite memory – our first visit to Balls Head all. I grabbed the phone and told the jerks that as far as I was concerned they would never again get another invite to our house. I considered them persona-non-grata in my presence. I told them that if Sarah wanted to visit them she would be on her own, I would not allow the kids near them.Then I hung up and went to comfort Sarah. Little Sara was in there already, so I called Jack and we jam piled on the bed in a group hug and kiss fest. Sarah even smiled and said that that was what we should. Sam is intrigued by this and plays for some time as the stream runs down my arse crack and on to the bed. “Time to get up and get a shower Sam” I tell himHe stands up, his cock is rock hard again, and that reminds me to have a look at his medication later, see what side affects it has. He pulls himself off again in the shower, with big long strokes as each jet sprays across my fanny while giggling happily away.Sam has shared my bed for four nights now and I have let him play with and fuck me. " she begged."You're my slave, aren't you?" Please . . ." SAY IT." I . . . I am your slave." That's right. Everything you have belongs to me now, your tits, your pussy, your mouth . . . everything."Lazily, he traced the shimmering blade around her jutting breasts, down her belly and around her thighs. Shana moaned softly. Her wet flesh pimpled in its wake and her nipples grew hard with arousal. When he inserted the knife blade between her thighs, she began to squirm."Don't move," he ordered,.