...totally pissed...angry...and hurt. But part of me...a deeper part, a lustful part, a part that motivated my deepest, darkest masturbation fantasies.....was so white hot, so alive, so buzzing....so taking me over and consuming me, that I couldn't do anything but agree to all of it. We said goodbye and that was it.Tom wasn't an asshole about it, not at all. But he was just straight to the point, not much small talk, very direct. It was somewhat dominant, but not overtly so, not to the point. We were standing in a large common living room/dining room/kitchen area, and there were a couple of small bedrooms off to the side, with a small bathroom between them. “Very nice. Definitely larger than the apartment over the garage,” I commented.“That’s a bit nicer, though. I like the rustic feel and it has a small laundry. We don’t.”“No laundry?”Kelly shook her head. “On the other hand, the laundromat is down in the strip mall next door. It’s not like I need to take my laundry home for Mom to. Though it had been all vanilla sex, so far it had eased to; after the initial session each evening, it had been a case of sleep broken only by the odd cuddle or perhaps game if either of the combatants, were awake for any reason. Sadly, the exhaustion was beginning to tell, and on the following Thursday he had had to sleep in his own bed alone, as he had dozed off twice during lessons! That evening the two women talked as he snored… it was a chat over a bottle of wine, long and in depth that. It didn’t, it went on for fifteen more minutes. The girls were enjoying watching the new slave almost drown over and over again but they wanted to get at her themselves as they had a score to settle. Finally it came to an end and “The Toy” was returned to the side of the pool and told to relax for a few minutes, it was lunchtime. The men retired to the house and food was delivered to the girls as they sat by the pool. Little was said as the only thing on everyone’s mind was to get “The.