“As for our daughters, Anne and Therese are sixteen, going on thirty, judging by their attitudes,” Charles declared, “I’m Charles Tremaine, or...ginally from Maine. And this is my once-and-future bride, Justine, native to Quebec, who is also the mother of our daughter Chantal, who is fifteen, of our son Richard here, who is fourteen, and of the munchkin on the way, who is probably from Mike here. Mike Hawkins was part of the first steps toward plural marriage in our group, what with our. I don’t know, how do you feel about that, Tamara, Jasper ... and most of all, you, Ben?” Connie asked us now.“I like it myself. I would love to submit to Gracie. She could be our mistress, yours and mine, Connie. Connie is only somewhat more dominant than me, and only by degrees, I think. She’s a natural sub, too. We could submit together, though Connie will still need Ben as a paramour or lover or whatever you want to call him. Not sure about him dominating her, what with two subs or slaves. It seemed like an eternity had passed since he had poured the first drink, as she finished she stood and reached for him. His hands were strong as he took her in his arms and kissed her passionately causing her juices to flow gently down the inside of her leg. He guided her backwards toward the couch as he unbuttoned her dress letting it fall to the floor as he began to suck her hard nipples. Working his way down her body across her stomach he raised her legs as he began to tongue her dripping. “Lets try it in a different position, get on your side. I saw this in a movie.” He said and positioned me on my side. He straddled my bottom leg and pushed the top one up so my knee was against my chest. He wiggled his cock around till he found my entrance and then thrust up into me. If I could have moved I would have, I let out a scr*am as his cock hit the bottom of me deeper than I though even possible. “Fuck yea you like that don’t you?” “N*, please st*p” was all I could say around gasps.