Carol could jump to conclusions sometimes. I was referring to the fact that I had a threesome with my roommate, Roger, and his wife, Denise. Roger an... I shared a pied-a-terre in Washington, D.C. for business purposes. Our wives sometimes accompanied us on business trips. Last week Denise had done a lot more than just accompany Roger. “But I thought we talked?” Carol asked, puzzled. “You sent me that text and then we talked for an hour the next day.” She was referring to a text that said,. A thing of beauty, indeed.“Just how owned are you, pig?”“Every fucking part of me is owned by you, Sir. All of me belongs to all of you, to use and abuse in any manner that it pleases my owner to do so, Sir! I swear it to you on my life, Sir!”“Who is swearing all of this to me, pig?”“Your property, your bitch, your piggy cunt, your piggy slut, your fat nasty cunt, your fat nasty ass, and anything else that this nasty piece of shit could ever possibly be for you, Sir. You name it and I am it,. She shivered and thought that perhaps her randy mother had worn him out. Damn, she cursed quietly.Billy saw her there out of the corner of his eye and felt his cock squirm. He tried to calm himself, thinking he didn't need any more pussy after that session with the woman in the kitchen. He had brought her to a pair of gasping climaxes and ejaculated five or six ropes of his thick cream in her while he mauled her generous jugs and humped her feet right off the floor, rearing her up on his rigid. ’ Said Phanuel. In the blink of an eye he was standing before the watcher. He extended his hand in greeting and then gestured to a chair. ‘Please, sit down. You must be tired.’ ‘Thank you sir. I didn’t realize how long the trip was from Earth to this level of Heaven.’ Said Sandahl. ‘I’m sure you’re curious as to why I’ve summoned you here?’ asked Phanuel. He sat behind his large desk and opened the book he had retrieved earlier. Scanning the pages he arrived at the section he wanted and pushed.