.. “ Gretchen began.“Decennia,” the Dominus decreed, “will have to get along without her playmate. She’s a woman now, and should be learning...woman things.” He didn’t seem to know Gretchen’s name, but he did know her position.When she told Mutter that she was being sent to the western farm, Mutter brought up escape again. “Your Latin is as good as Decennia’s. Away from places where you are known, nobody could tell that you are a slave.” Mutter never took into consideration that there were. I came down there, and she was in a little room all the way on the other side of the basement. I slowly walked over there, and I found her with some new stuff. She was wearing a new leather outfit, and was surrounded by a variety of different things. I had to wonder what was going through her mind."Now we can have some fun with all this stuff, some kinky fun," she said."What is all this shit?" I wanted to know.She had some chains, gags, whips and other shit. I almost just wanted to leave right. I would hide a webcam in the bedroom.My sweet wife would bring the guys home and they could fuck all night long while I watched from a remote location on my laptop.Friday afternoon Ana called Rufus and told him that was the night.She chose her outfit like she was a real street hooker. A short red dress; nylon hose, stiletto heels and of course, no panties at all.She left early and around midnight called me from the bar, she sounded loose and I thought she had been taking several margaritas. However often I sucked his cock in those three days, it was like I was coming to it again for the first time, that it was always this tremulous and exciting adventure. That certainly was what fuelled our constant fascination with each other--at no point did I ever get bored, at no point did the prospect of him sucking me or fucking me or vice versa ever feel rote. Each orgasm was its own little universe of ecstasy that only left us wanting more. Which is not to say we didn't strive for.