Is she lying there on her back thinking of me? she wondered. She said she loved me. On the other hand, she isn't very deep. Maybe for her: out of sigh..., out of mind. She's letting Stewart plough her pretty little love chute, and I'm the last thing on her mind.Laura tried not to think about it. Instead, she went over her evening with Tiffany in detail, reliving each exquisite moment. Only now did she allow herself to feel the shadow of guilt for having fucked Damon without Tiffany's knowledge,. He eyed her up with fuming anger and she blew him a playful kiss in reply. In vain, he tried to free himself from his bonds only to feel the rope tear on his skin.“Don't you even try, boy. I'm not quite done with you,” Kate explained with a calm, yet stern voice. “Jack, please teach him not to cheat on me ever again for good.”Jack nodded and slowly approached Rick again who was trying to escape his impending abasement.“Quit thrashing, Babe. Remember: the more you cooperate, the less. When I returned my wife and Jane had been joined by twoyoung black guys and were flirting outrageously. After alittle while, my wife’s slut sister grabbed hercompanions hand and led him to one of the rooms at theback specially set aside for sexual liaisons. Her seatwas taken by a stunning black girl who had just come outof one of the rooms.“I need cleaning boy,” the girl shouted at me, as shelifted her skirt and sat down with her legs splayed.I knelt before her, and could see. In how many hushed conversations, hidden chat logs, or secure e-mails had they discussed this very possibility? She couldn’t count them. Now it was real, at least it would be if he ever got there. Shaking off those thoughts, she busied herself putting things away downstairs. Her heels echoed on the pine floors as she crossed the rooms, sprinkling candles and a few books from her erotic collection around the room, until she stepped onto the deep fur rug in front of the fireplace, when they fell.