." I did my best as I tried to keep up with him. he reached down and started stroking his cock.... "I want you to cum... I want to cum when you cum...... he was looked right at me as he started talking so bad, "fuck my ass hole... does my ass feel good on your cock? you like fucking my tight ass?" he asked. I tried and tried and then I came. "yes... yes... I love it.... I love that tight ass... I love fucking your tight ass.... fuck!!!" I let out, closing my eyes and looking up as I starting. But, Jeff, I just never...”“Husband,” Diana quietly said as she sat by the two on the couch, “We all share some blame in this. We tend to brag about our husband, and here she was falling in love with you. Kei,” she said as she reached to take her sister-wife’s hand, “this wasn’t any more your fault than it was all of our faults. She is so quiet and reserved that we, just as you, didn’t notice her reaction to our husband.”Diana caught Jeff’s eye. “Lover, go talk to her. If you care for her, tell. Bobbie stood before him in the aisle, hair matted and damp, a flimsy wool shawl clinging wetly to her arms from the walk across the yard. The amber light flickered on it's wire above them and the horses stirred restlessly. “I'm sorry,” she said. She hung her head. “For before. It wasn't my place to be forward.” She looked so lost. Fredric went to her, taking his jacket off to wrap it tenderly around her shoulders, but she pushed it off. The man stared in confusion as she stripped herself of. Thinking through what he had read of such relationships, it became clear that he had managed to pack at least four transgressions into that simple sentence. First, the Mistress had addressed him as 'slave', but in his response he had not directly address Her at all, let alone with an appropriate tone or level of respect. Moreover, he had referred to himself as 'I' - an inappropriate use of a capital pronoun for a slave, an honor which is reserved for people, and use of the first person, where a.