Finally, a program on politics came on and I decided to watch that.Bridget came in the living room, wearing pink underpanties and a T-Shirt, but with ... frown upon her face. "What's wrong, sis?" I asked her. "I'm so fucking bored! There's nothing to do!" she replied. I looked down at her breasts. I wanted them so bad. Then, I had an idea."Bridget, how does it feel to have sex?" I asked. She opened her mouth in surprise, but immediately blushed. "Well, it depends. Some boys who I had sex with had. ‘Let’s first see what’s inside’.Although the cave was utterly dark, Zax’s eyesight as a bodily cultivator was extraordinarily keen. Furthermore, a cultivator’s Soul Sense, at a certain level of the soul, is so perceptive that it can practically read the ink on a the flat surface of a book’s page, and in a higher level can even distinguish intangible shapes who do not possess mist’s or soul’s energy signature, such as holograms.Generally only a third level Core Master, or a higher level. He was a wealthyequestrian widow, and his husband had left him enough of an estate thatthere was no shame for a woman to manage it. Now he was a man, and hisslaves had accepted him as their new master. I was brought in,ostensibly as the daughter, but that was a fiction destined not to last.Within weeks I was married to Iunius, although this time of my own freewill.I was free of the spell of the Bacchic Fiasco, and had slaves enough torun the household. With little to occupy my name, and no. It was low cut so Yvonne or Carol could see plenty of cleavage. She went back to her hotel room to change and furiously rubbed her pussy to get excited for the evening. Maybe if she was lucky she would make love to Leticia tonight. Maybe Leticia would spend some time between her legs driving her to orgasm after orgasm. Of course she would reciprocate and eat this women’s pussy in return.Carolyn got to the gym right at nine. Leticia had already worked up a sweat on the treadmill so she decided.