Lady X mentored Amanda and Nancy in the art of BDSM and Femdom. She would end each lesson with a mantra that Amanda and Nancy adopted as their own - o... the path to secure a life of luxury and privilege for themselves.~Amanda got home from a charity fundraiser and immediately called her best friend, Nancy.“The rude, little prick prepositioned me again,” Amanda chuckled as she balanced on one bare foot as she bent at the waist to slip her other stiletto off. “He bragged that he has fucked many. When we leave, you can get out of here, take off for a bit, and when they are gone from your house, it'll be okay."I had no clue she would be so well prepared, but I went for it. Staying in her room for what seemed forever, things finally worked themselves out, and Tammy and her parents left. About 15 minutes later, I got into my car, took off and managed to kill enough time that she texted me a bit later, saying, "They are in and gone. I'm back at the house."Thank God for small miracles.But. . stead she asked me softly, why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her! With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house,. They certainly did feel good there, and we spent some time hugging, kissing, and rubbing against each other before they went to sleep. It appeared that they didn't require sex tonight, just a little attention. When I could hear their soft even breathing, I went to sleep also, but set my internal clock to wake me around three in the morning.I awoke in a dark cabin. The women had both rolled over in their sleep and were still breathing softly. Lifting the blanket slightly and sitting up, I then.