Her hot, tight, married cunt gripped me as I fucked her. She was so wet. I leaned down, kissing her on the lips as we writhed together, her soft tits ...ressing against my chest. I slid a hand up to cup one, squeezing as I fucked her harder. Youre wifes my slut, Ryan, I growled under my breath. Shes my fucking slut! I am, gasped Janet. Your slutty patient. Oh, yes, probe me Dr. Frank. So good. Im going to cum. Do it, slut. The bed creaked as I slammed into her. I wanted to send her home with Ryan. However, to rip them away to the life of a slave was not my idea of a 'fun' time, regardless of age, and these two had not even had such a chance yet.All the excuses one could make were running through my mind; that they had a 'shit' life already, that French laws were different as to consensual sex and I was more than willing to have them be a part of my life, with Marcia's help. There was an over-riding issue about this. I believed it, slavery to be wrong. We, as a firm, had fought with the. I mean I only had to read like a pageor two of that million-page novel before I figured out that it wasNOT about what the title implied. I thought it was about big "manparts." You know, as in, "Wow, Baby, your dick is MOBY!" But it wasabout whales and stuff.Anyway, I'm a pantyboy. And a pretty smart one. So smart that mythree pouffy roommates gave me the responsibility of telling all ofour life stories. Our lives so far, I mean. We're only in ourtwenties, so we've got a lot of living to do. I. “What about you Bobby.”“Well, yeah, I, ah, guess so,” he said, obviously very flushed by the first digit of his sister’s bare pussy.“Oh Bobby, come over here,” she commanded.“Take off the rest of your things, Megan,” Marty said, taking charge.“Bobby, now what do you really think about the color of Megan’s pubic hair?”“Oh, my gosh, I think it is beautiful,” he was gushing all over himself. He could not take his eyes off her crotch area, but as soon as the rest of her features became visible,.