She was waiting at the curb at passenger pick up when I finally came out of baggage claim.“Oh my God, Kevin! You look wonderful!” she yelled. She ...ooked wonderful too. At forty years old, she was the youngest of my mother’s sisters and probably the only family member that I was still on good terms with. She was perfectly middle aged, rocking the mom jeans and a vee neck shirt that perfectly showed off her c cup cleavage.She had shoulder length blonde hair and the most piercing yet kind blue. She would verbally abuse him whenever they decided to have sex (and that was always her decision). She would find new creative ways to torture him mentally and tease him until he would climax in a splash of orgasmic pleasure. But he never counted on his wife bringing home another man, let alone a huge black stallion who would completely dominate him.It all started like any other evening: he was hoping that his wife would decide to have sex and then instruct him on what to do, when and where.. " I felt guilt, too, Dennis. It's part of being human, of caring about other people. I loved Peter so much..." she paused for a moment before continuing, "when Sara, Peter's first wife, died, he went into himself, sort of catatonic. I hated that Sara died, she was such a lovely person and she and Peter were so obviously meant for each other, but a little bit of me was glad I had him to myself. When he got better ... Let's see if you understand. Peter started to come out of his ... withdrawal.. “We, Lucy, Diabla and I are the Unholy Trinity.” I went to speak but suddenly I could see her. She was tall, silver haired, high cheek boned and wore a long dark green dress that revealed the shape of her fantastic body. “We are not some crazy religious order or witches or anything involving the supernatural. We are far more exciting than that. And why have we chosen you? Because Lucy believes that when you understand you will be useful to us.”“Useful how? And who the fuck are you?”She smiled..