“I am a big girl and I can and will do what I want. We are not exclusive and you don’t own me,” she snarled.“What!!! We have been living toget...er for over a year. Does that not mean that we are exclusive?” I snapped.“No, exclusive means being engaged or married, which we are neither,” she sneered.I paused for a moment just looking at her, probably with an amazed look on my face. I needed to refocus on my thoughts for a second or two.“So, by your definition, I can go out to the pool and pick up. Then Francis made them breakfastand they enjoyed a game. Once he lost, she "punished" him with anotherround of deep dicking which the eager butt slut was only too happy toendure.Jessica wore a latex bra and skirt that draped down to just above herknees. The cool, purple latex felt magnificent on her cock and thesensation was causing her limp length to stiffen as the game went on. Shetook a bite of her breakfast while waiting for her gimp property to makehis move. He was clad in blue latex from. You know, things like not taking pictures of the other guests and no overt sexual activities in the daytime. I don’t care if folks come out and have sex under the stars, damn exciting for me, but in the daytime their might be children.”“Here is your cabin key and your key to your personal cupboard in the common house. You can store any food stuffs and dishes and utensil in the cupboard. We have eight community refrigerators. Most of the time there is one for each family, especially at this time. ‘I should have called back,’ I said. ‘I wish you had.’ ‘I’m sorry,’ I said. She hesitated, then pressed ahead. ‘I apologize for what I said.’ ‘Don’t,’ I said. ‘It wasn’t your fault. Aaron needs no one but himself to fuck me over. I hate that word. I shouldn’t use it.’ I said, ‘Why do you stay married to that . . . that . . .’ ‘Cocksucker?’ ‘Yes!’ I exclaimed, laughing. ‘Exactly!’ Irene laughed then and suddenly I felt a hundred–a thousand–times better. I said, ‘You are crazy not to leave that.