"No it's not," argued the girl.Megan turned to Bob. "Tell her, Bob."For Bob, what was happening was both fascinating and fun. He hadn't had two women ...ompete for his attention in a long time. He didn't think for a minute that either of these women were serious about having a relationship with him, but it was still fun to see them get jealous of each other. It made him feel good."She might have a point," he said, shrugging.Megan folded her arms and frowned."Men are such pigs," she said softly.. My heart dropped a bit, but I did so.“You seem to enjoy watching your wife be tormented. Is that true?” she asked.“Yes, Ma’am, I guess so,” I said.“You think it’s ok to get an erection while I torture your wife’s nipples and shove a finger in her ass?”“Um, no, Ma’am, I guess not,” I said. I wasn’t really sure what the right answer was there, but I suspected it didn’t matter anyway.“No, it’s not, of course,” she muttered. She walked over to one of the drink trays and took one of the empty. .”She smiled. “Yes, Master, when you came, so did I, even harder! Please, take me, Master. I can’t imagine how good it will be now!”He snorted out a laugh. “After dinner.” He pulled a short-sleeved beach shirt from the closet and walked out of the bedroom towards the kitchen.Jeannie followed. “Master, what sort of palace is this? It seems very small.”“We don’t have palaces.”Jeannie followed him, confused. “No palace, Master? Where do the servants sleep?”“Uh, we really don’t have servants,”. Suddenly the door opened and Matt rushed in, clutching his tablet: “Look at this, what are you two doing? The servers in the basement are overloaded; they can’t cope with so much red hot sensor data.”“We’re only tribbing; it’s a pussy-fight, now fuck off,” demanded Sam, “or I’ll tell the Professor you’re perving on us again.”It was clear Matt wanted to stay and watch, his shorts were tenting again, but I was too far gone to worry.Every time Sam squeezed her thighs together around mine, this.