. how ... how could this happen!!!Suddenly Amy dropped weakly back down behind the little hill she had just climbed, her legs barely able to function,...her heart beating wildly. Her eyes spurting water much like the falls just ahead of her.It had been quick but there was no mistaking what she had just seen ... what was happening only a few yards away was very obvious and left nothing for judgment.Lying on the very edge of the water was Amy Matthew's husband and Cathy Dorsett. They were both. "Come here, Kaizer. There's something I want to do for you."Indeed she did.He had fucked her tremendously with that muscular hardness of his until she had thought she was going out of her mind. Now that he was exhausted and couldn't seem to get it up immediately again, she knew of the perfect way to repay him. This way he would never forget her! He would be her's forever after the gift she was about to bestow upon him.What she had in mind was lewd beyond her wildest dreams... that is, up until. On entering his showroom Amit with a grin on his face greeted us and asked mom hows she. He ordered some cold drinks. With this I was sure that Amit and mom knows each other very well. Then mom introduced me to him. We shared smiles.Mom showed him the saree and blouse piece and said that she want to get stitched blouse for the saree. He said, looking at the saree, that its beautiful and asked from where we bought this. Amit asked mom about the pattern and design of the blouse. Mom clarified. "Until that time, only the Gods may possess them." I misspoke," I flushed. "They act like my sex slaves. Willingly. They're my submissive sluts."Alison's hand went to her throat and the choker that identified her as a Holy Slut. "Well, they will be submitting to us for the duration." Maybe permanently," Desiree added, stroking Vicki's hair.I bristled, my hand squeezing into a fist.Alison's eyes met mine and they hardened. "Sergeant Holland, the sheriff is going to focus all his energy on this.