The results are wonderful. I'm always at least a little turned on. Dana says she is too, and I understand why.I still go out on dates now and then. If...I get laid, I can go home and rub myself on one of them and get laid again. Wonderful.Like today, I came home from work, looking forward to Wednesday later in the evening. I closed the front door and wandered into the living room. Dana was naked, bent over the arm of the couch, and Ed was fucking her very slowly. She looked up at me and. I switched off the toothbrush and went to the door. David was not there anymore."Hey, David, can you help me look for my contact lens? I dropped it somewhere near the sink and I cannot see to find it," I lied.David came back into the bathroom.I knelt down on the floor near him. He was looking for the lens as he took every opportunity to stare at my tits."Thank you for telling me about that slut outside," I said."Don't get mad, rather do something in return," he said as he knelt and put a hand. Someone asked Tom why all the white men weren’t working together to build the big house. This prompted a rather lengthy discussion on how white men liked to specialize, to take a single thing and learn everything they could about it. Tom used the example of building things to explain the differences between surveyors, architects, masons, and engineers.Maco, a young man barely old enough to be a warrior, said that he didn’t understand the white man’s need for houses. In the 20th century, I had. "Hm. So exposed, so many sensitive spots to play with. I wonder what I should do first," Mistress teases. As she starts to move away, Mistress swats my buttocks with stinging slaps. "Don't go anywhere slut!" Mistress jokes.Returning, Mistress pulls hard on my nipples and places clover clamps on them. I sense her tying a cord to the left clamp, then she reaches over the swing frame, passing the cord over the frame's high beams to the other side. The cord is pulled tight and tied to the other.