You know the ones. "Terrence & Sherri D'Oliveira:Consider it Sold!" The photo on the sign showed us both leaning backonto either side of a "SOLD!" s...gn, our arms crossed across our chests,each of us with one leg bent back, propped up against the sign post.Why did I say "relatively happily" married, you ask? If you've readthis far, you already know the answer. Sure, I hit the jackpot withSherri. She's beautiful, always glamorously feminine, a wonderfulpartner in our thriving real estate. It was as if the air was stifling with testosterone. Even though I was no longer ruled by it, I could still fit in better than most women. I never tried to resist those feelings, but I did try not to give in to them either. I sure as hell didn’t want, or need to go back to the old me.While Watson bonded with the vice sergeant, I wrote the granny report. I was to find nothing new for us. I picked up the stack of open cases to look for one I could study. I liked that my mind could fill in the. Little did she know that she had essentially sold herself into slavery to her new husband, a most demanding and authoritative man with a taste for disciplinary rituals. Felicia had learned that even obedience didn´t always spare her from punishment, but it was better than the consequences of the alternative.That´s why she allowed herself to be prepared for her husband´s bed by the maid without protest. Dressed in a lacy negligee with her hands already cuffed behind her and her ankles shackled,. After about 5 minutes of her basking in the sun and the3 of us enjoying the sight of her great ass, she askedif anyone would be offended if she rolled over withoutputting her top back on. You know, “to avoid tanlines.” She got the arousing thumbs up from the crew.Wow, there she was, topless with these 2 other guys not5 feet from her. I was really turned on wonderingwhere she was going with this. I got a really good ideawhen she asked the first mate to rub some sun tanlotion on her.