Oh and, by the way, I would not be in touch with Randal if I were you. He’s going to be getting some bad news of his own soon. You might be a corres...ondent in the divorce he is going to be slapped with -- alienation of affection and all that legalese. And you with all that money and his poor wife with nothing but bills and children.”Melissa marched majestically out of the house, her two footmen right behind her. They were almost at the car when her breath whooshed out of her and she sagged. A howl escaped her lips as spurts of cum escaped her cock, shooting deep into Gigi’s tight sex. The brunette’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as she came, Gigi’s own orgasm overwhelming her brain. Her body seized for a brief second as pleasure permeated every pore but slackening. Chloe’s partner fell back limp. Unfortunately, her positioning was such that her dick was still buried in Gigi. Chloe did have to admit it did look kinda cute. Gigi was splayed out legs wide Chloe’s cock deep. "Which do you prefer, slave? The crop or the paddle?"Cecil stretched his mouth a bit, then answered. "Whatever Misstress Heather desires."Inge was impressed. "Ooh! What a good slave you are." She tossled his spiky hair, then slapped both cheeks at the same time."You have trained your slaves well, Heather."Heather just nodded her head. Acknowledging the obvious."Cecil, I know my desires are paramount. But if I had no opinion, and left it up to you, which would you choose?" The paddle, mistress.". She had told him that her lease was up and she was going to have to move for three months to one of those crappy, month-to-month places. Technically, she had her own room but she had never slept in her own bed although he had fucked her there on more than one occasion. He had fucked her virtually everywhere in his small, ‘post-divorce’ house, to include the back yard and garage. He’d fucked her more in six weeks than she had been fucked in her entire thirty years. He had fucked her in more.