And as beautiful and seductive as Isabela is, my Warden had never shown signs of being weak towards the manipulation of a beautiful woman.No, really, ... could only blame Aedan, I eventually decided, as I sat on an uncomfortable chair in the corner of my inn room and watched someone else share the bed with my lover.I wasn't jealous, for a certainty; I regularly shared lovers with others, my usual pairings being the definition of an 'open relationship'. Only once in the past had I been this. First i tried to steal glances but then I thought what do I care. If she is showing it then what is the harm enjoying the view. She saw me watching her but didn’t say anything. This show became a regular routine and I was enjoying every part of it.On one Monday Namrata called me to her room she was standing on a ladder trying to reach for something in the cupboard at top , and asked me to hold the ladder. As I stood below the ladder I had the shock of my life. She was wearing a skirt without. It highly depends onthe time I have at hand as well as what story I favour working on. Thankyou all for understanding.)Chapter 2When Mark woke up the next day his parents were already gone, as usual.He was no early riser after all. He made some breakfast, gamed a bitmade lunch and went to the skate park. There didn't seem to be any signsthat flyers or anything like that had been spread much to his relief.Yesterday had certainly been a scare, maybe it had just been a cruelprank. After all it had. " "But what about Dad," he said. "What would he think if he knew his wife, that he loves so well, was being fucked by his son, and in his own marital bed? Don't you think you should wait until he comes home from his convention and let him give you what your hot cunt needs?" "Fuck me, Stevie, now, please, please," she whimpered, helplessly. "No, not until you tell me why you want me, your son, to fuck you, when you could just as easily wait for Dad to fuck you." "Are you really going to force me.