"I'm a lucky man."Angie seemed to melt, smiling at him so happily that he wondered why he didn't tell her more often how much she meant to him. He too... her in his arms and kissed her, then cradled her against his chest."I hope the kids are doing all right," he said irrelevantly.Angie laughed and pulled his head down for another kiss. "Forget about them; they'll be fine," she advised. "You should concentrate on me. If you play your cards right, I just might fuck your brains out tonight."Roberto. She was so ready.“Oh my god,” she spluttered, “this is so dirty, so beautiful and so delicious, I can’t think why I’ve waited so long for this.”“Just shut up and get eating,” I growled, determined to have the first orgasm of many as soon as possible.I looked over to the forlorn figure in the corner. “Roy,” I said, “stroke that cock of yours as you may find a use for it later on. Don’t cum or it will all be wasted, but watch, learn, and get ready to fuck when I say.”Roy looked so relieved to. ?I don?t know,? I replied, ?I haven?t really had time to think aboutit, we have been so busy. I guess I?ll get myself a pizza and curl upwith a bottle of wine and some fashion magazines. I may as well use thetime to see what sort of styles might work for me.??I?ve got a better idea,? she responded. ?There is this bar inSackville Street called the Tribeca. It is not the meat-market sort ofplace where I first bumped into you. It?s more where folk go for aquiet drink and a relaxing chat. It is. I hear it's supposedto be quite good." We listen to music while he soaks in the bath and I model outfits for him.H e chooses a long purple silk dress and matching heels. I braid my hair whilehe dries off. H e watches me at my dressing table as I do my make-up. "Youlook so elegant in that pretty dress, no one would ever know that underneathyou're just a dirty little slave girl: tied up in the house all day, gettingfucked in the most inelegant ways, servicing me and my friends..." I smile.H e.