The honeycomb web of the metal floor had indented itself into her skin, and she could feel the soft in/out breathing of the slave between her own legs... Her lower leg was asleep still, and she moved it gingerly. She opened her eyes sleepily, and remembered the events of yesterday and felt her pussy begin to moisten again. She licked casually at the girl’s vagina in front of her face.Hungry? Kara looked up. A woman in a transparent white teddy with white panties and a white bra underneath was. And by then, I’d already committed.”“Backing out would have been OK,” I said.“I can’t welsh on a bet. But why take me up on it? And why say it was ‘tame’?”“I’m a flirt and basically incorrigible.”“And your wife puts up with that?”I smirked, “You have NO idea what you walked into.”“Huh?”“My WIVES know, and they know I’m here, too.”“WIVES? Current and ex?”I shook my head, “Both current. Not according to the State of Illinois, mind you, but according to the three of us.”“Riiigghhht!” Molly. I realized if we moved the bed, just a little, I could watch in secret from the bedroom closet. I slept fitfully that night, my wife beside me lightly snoring in her drunken stupor.In the morning, Mary had returned to her sweet motherly and pious ways. She never spoke a single word about her slutty behavior of the night before. It was as though it had never happened.I went ahead and made my plans. I met up with Patrick at a club not far from my home. We agreed on a price for his services, I. The little strips of paper were read aloud by all. Sean's read that he would "prosper in his business ventures," Zack's claimed that "a man's wealth is not measured in gold, but by how many friends he has," and mine read "you fucking pedophile pervert, send those boys home, forthwith!" Not really, it was something about love, and life, but it should have read exactly that!The kitchen table looked like we hadn't bothered to use plates, my cock decided the mess could wait, but it, itself.