School started picking up for Kay and me. We rarely saw each other, much less had sex. I looked forward to the coming weekend together. On Wednesday, ...ay called and reminded me that she was going to help at her annual crafts fair in Mannsville, about seventy miles away. She planned to go out to Cynthia’s for the weekend, seeing as Cynthia lived thirty miles closer to Mannsville. Also, she was going to help at the fair. On top of that, Kay wanted to keep her friend company because Marc was going. Nights and weekends you, will be required to provide many services, too varied to enumerate here. A few simple rules will prove adequate to keep you, from harm. I require your wife to be naked at all times in the house.Look all you, want, but never touch, unless told by me. Neverlook her in the eyes in my presence.You, will no longer call her by name. Doing so assumes moreintimacy than she finds comfortable, or I will allow. You, will address her as "Mistress", and me as "Sir". Anything else. Since hearing about mom and mine recent adventure in the bathroom dad has been a little more protected of how I view mom, like what she wears around the house and stuff like that. We both don’t blame him at all for being like this and mom even loves the fact that he is paying more attention to her. But poor dad doesn’t have glue that his son is getting care of mom real nice. I was just about finished with the tents and as I turn to set up the chairs I saw that dad was grabbing some water. .. wider!"She sat outside at an ordinary sidewalk café in Paris, except, instead of being clothed in her usual fashionable best, she was completely naked, without even her customary thong panties. At least a dozen men of various colors and sizes stood circling her, their dicks in their hands, jerking feverishly. One, a tall, bald, chocolate, strapping black man with granite pecks and a cock that could bench-press a barbell, had maintained quite a rhythm, sliding his right hand up and down his.