I was married. I am divorced. I have other names: slut, cunt, bitch, whore. I have responded to all of them in situations. Here, though, with them, I ...m Karen or slut. I am submissive to both of them. My singular desire is to please and serve these two. I follow their instructions and directions. I satisfy their wishes and desires to my ability. They promised me I would always be learning and experiencing. I am thrilled with each new experience to satisfy them in a new way. I am a slut. Their. I kissed it softly, then again and again and so on, all over her little bum. Then starting at the top of her crack I lightly traced my tongue down her ass crack, across her 'taint' and down her pussy slit. I went back up the other way. As I passed her taint I began to push my tongue further between her little cheeks. I went back down again, this time I grazed her little balloon knot on my way by. I gently carressed her upper cheek and squeezed it lightly to expose more of the opening to her. ” Nancy answered, her eyes diverted.“You know those doctors never know what they’re talking about.” I said indignantly.There was clearly anger in my voice. Anger that Nancy might actually be taken from me. Anger that there seemed to be nothing I could do about it. Anger mixed with my sadness as I sat there staring down at my plate.After a while Nancy got up from the table to clear the plates. I had barely eaten a thing.“You done with that?” Nancy asked as she reached for my plate.“Yeah,. Fir bhabhi khadi hui aur maine unhe hug kar liye.Aab shuru hoti hai humara romance…… bhabhi ko hug karke zor se apni taraf dabaya aur unke balo main se unka clutcher nikala.. aur unke balo main ungliya ferte ferte unhi kamar par haath rakh diya.. bhabhi ne meri akhon main dekha smile di aur wapas hug kar liya… fir to mujhe apna jadu chalana tha.. maine hug karte karte unke back neck par kiss kiya. Aur apne jeeb se gol gol karta raha.. jisse unki moaning shuru ho gayi thi.. aur maine apni ungli.