He complied. "I asked you a question I expect an answer from you!" I raised my voice to a louder level now. He was really pissing me off with his igno...ance. I moved closer and gave him a hard slap with the handle of my gun. I knocked him aside. That scarred him! "My... my name is Trevor," he spoke up and looked up to me with fear in his eyes. "Okay, Trevor, now you tell me who wants me to kill James." He wrinkled his forehead. "Who's James?" I gave him a harsh laugh. "Oh c'mon, man. Don't start. ... That continued for another couple of glasses of champagne and then she said she had to use the restroom.Jack and I sat at the table chatting for about 5 minutes when she stepped around the corner into his kitchen wearing only her mini skirt. Jack was sitting facing the doorway and almost fell off his chair. I turned around and saw my wife topless saying "well you like them"†† of course Jack immediately got up and walked around the table and came over close to her and looked at them closely. Even though she was still fully clothed, I could smell the sweet musky aroma of arousal. I could imagine how wet she was. The smell of her intensified all of my notions, ideas and feelings until they collapsed into one simple thought. I wanted to be taken. I wanted to be fucked. I wanted to experience the joy of sex in every way imaginable, but not by the man that was now pounding his cock into my cunt, and not by any other man. I wanted just the woman that lay beneath me stroking my hair. No. "What good's a slave when there's no chores to do?"Tanya grabbed her collar and pulled Shari to her, kissing her wetly and erotically. I stood and watched, transfixed, as Tanya did to Shari what she wanted me to do to her: made her her cunt, her slave.Suddenly I realized it: Tanya was being hard to Shari, because it turned Tanya on. Shari was turned on by it as well. So they were both enjoying the game of master/slave, even though the roles could probably be reversed, and both of them have just.