Pulling his body down to lie beside mine, I hold him. We lie there, our bodies pressed together, his fingers stroking my hair, as his eyes concentrat... on mine. No words are spoken as he rolls to his side and pulls me against him. ‘You need your rest,’ he whispers into my hair. My head shakes a firm no, under his chin. His fingers slide over my hip, and he scoots himself closer to my back. Wrapping his arm around my waist, he slowly caresses my stomach. I struggle to stay awake, I concentrate. Nothing, only skirts or dresses. The only alternative was thepyjamas I'd worn the night before. I put them back on and sat on my bed.They were obviously monitoring me, not even five minutes later the dooropened and Ashleigh came in, this time flanked by one of the biggest menI'd ever seen, I was already starting to regret my course of action.That predatory smile again. "Oh dear, having a little hissy fit, are we?I have neither the time or the inclination for your bullshit Jennifer.I'll give you. We didn't want to cheat. We were tired of the lies. We were tired of hiding, and the stolen moments of secretly fucking other people. One of her former lover's called it "front seat action." For us that term became code for hiding the fact we were going to fuck other people. We choose to build a sex life that works very well for us. I know who Jenn fucks, both men and women. I pass judgment and grant approval of each of her partners. In return, I never fuck another woman unless Jenn was either. The women sat him in a velvet chair and then tied his hands gently to the chair arms with velvet cords. "Hey, what's this?" he asked. "We are going to do a little show for you to get you hot and horny and we don't want you jerking off while we are enjoying each other. After that, we will have a nice long session of fucking. Is that OK?" "Oh you bet!" he exclaimed. "Lets get it going!." He sat there, naked, his prick at attention as.