”Isaac chuckled. “That certainly is the best way to be woken up.”“I timed it perfectly, you still have plenty of time before your breakfast ge...s cold.” Reaching down over the side of the bed, she picked up a large mug of steaming coffee and a plate of eggs and bacon. Isaac stared at the morning feast with wide eyes. “Breakfast in bed too?”“Of course, it is the slave’s duty to take care of her master’s every need.”“Have you eaten yet?”“Yes, don’t worry. But please, Master, enjoy yourself and let. She had a six year old daughter who attended the same school our two youngsters went to and lived three houses down, Sarah and Barbara had become good friends and spent time together when I was working and babysat for each other from time to time. Like myself my wife had experimented sexually with her best friend as a teenager so was no stranger to lesbianism as I was no stranger to homosexuality, but we were both human and very much in love so fucked as often as we could which rewarded us with. My wife patted me patronizinglyon the top of the head. As she left the room, her queen-sized assswaying invitingly, she snapped her fingers and gestured for me tofollow. What else could I do? My small tits jiggled as I hurried tokeep up with her longer stride. We got to the living room and she saton the sofa, throwing her feet up onto an ottoman."Get me a glass of wine, Princess," she said casually, as if we were anormal couple having a quiet evening at home. "Chablis, please."I hurried. We used to fantasise about it, and when he was away I’d fantasise alone with a big dildi.I slowly got my self ready, black jewelled suspender belt, brand new black fully fashioned Cuban heeled seamed stockings. A tiny black thong and matching quarter cup bra just about supporting my big tits, my regular black pencil skirt with a six inch back split. This was topped with a white silk blouse which I knew would rub against my nipples keeping them good and hard. I was almost ready just my lashes.