As I expected, she wasn't at all thrilled, but she didn't object too much ... well, not until I told her that she would need to pose for a topless pic...ure while holding a sheet of paper with "Jared" written on it. That was very off-putting for her, but again, I was at the point where I didn't care about her wants or needs or feelings. She gave up that right when she started fucking Dylan behind my father's back. Reluctantly she took her shirt off and held the piece of paper to the side of her. Your families are on the way, and feel free to avail yourself of the staff; all of the maids have been instructed to be extra friendly."The Sergeant's eye drifted to one of the maids waiting on the porch. "That sounds great, my Lord."I nodded, and walked over to my wife and our two sluts. "Master," Alison exclaimed, and threw her arms around me and kissed me exuberantly. She was my first slut, the only one that asked to be my slut, and I missed her these last six months. But Desiree needed to. Even during the gun battles he’d been in since the war, he wasn’t angry. Dillon became a cold, calculating man during those times of stress. The hand was draw poker and Dillon had an inside straight draw. No one had raised the opening bet so Dillon stayed in, it wasn’t something he’d normally do but it didn’t cost much more than his ante to call. When he saw the card he drew he thought, my luck’s good tonight, the card was a seven and filled out his straight. Up to this point the game had been. Looking at me with an evil grin, he says, “I know you had a plan last night. Judging from the pink outfit you wore, you were up to no good as usual. Last night, I came by your door to punish you for interrupting me and heard you masturbating and saying my name over and over again. Ebony Girl, you got me so hard, I had to take care of myself. Twenty minutes ago, I heard you moaning and saying my name when I came up to change out of my sweaty clothing. I stood here watching you pleasure yourself.