. “Not to worry, they have been here a long time and are enjoying you just relax.. Well you don't relax and that excites them both... She opens her ...wn pussy and slides the other end that she has been holding and works you like she is wearing a strap on and fucking you madly... no pretenses they both begin to moan and talk to each other.. Her saying to him "Does she suck it good?” Yes is his reply, and him with is she a good fuck. They meet over the top of you kissing while working themselves. We would be made slaves!”“I know, “ said Miss Zena quietly. My heart was pounding. Could it be possible that I was hearing correctly? That the vile State of Barbaria was being challenged by another? How incredible! How wonderful? For, if Barbaria were overthrown, and the hierarchy slaughtered or enslaved, that could mean my freedom!Freedom!My dejected spirits suddenly soared.My imagination began to run riot.It could also mean that these two would become slave-girls. They would be flogged like. It was all innocent stuff like, "Remember Marge and Billy Crenshaw and the night that...", but it served to remind me that the man on the other side of the table used to sleep with my wife. Shouldn't be a biggie since I knew she had been married before when I met her. But knowing that I hadn't been there first and that I was sitting across the table from the guy who had been was a little unsettling.The next morning when we got up Fran said, "Now that wasn't so bad, was it? He'll be done with. My name is Jeanette Marsden and my mother’s name is Jenny Marsden, you may remember her as Jenny Atkinson. I think my twin brother, John Calvin Marsden is named for you. Last week the three of us were going through our keepsake boxes and I found a folder of emails from you to Mama. I didn’t read them, because I think they were private, but I memorized your email address and, when Mama saw what I had found, asked who you were. She said you were a very dear friend from before I was born. Mama and.