She sighed and said ok, and that she would do it, but if I wrecked her car I was fucked. Literally. My parents would never let me drive again. I knew ...his and said I'd be careful.-----After hearing the plan, Ashley sounded relieved we had a way."Sounds like a plan, but are you a good driver?" Ashley grinned."I can drive fine, but parking is a no no." I admitted."So when do we leave?" As soon as you're ready."I was now standing outside in the cold at the side of my house, with my bedroom's. He was leashed to the bannister from the stairway that led to the front door, and bottom floor of the house. We arranged with men we met from the sex shop to come and have their way with him however they desired. It was truly a sight to behold as they walked in the front door to see a chained slave slut husband, with mouth open and ready to service. Anyhow, back to the wife. She was always dressed extra special slutty for me. I loved her pantyhose, thigh high stockings, garter belts, and. “Cool It Mitchell If you know what,s good for you.” “Are you threatening me?” “Of Course not. Just giving some friendly advice.” “Thanks Dad!” Hank answered sarcastically and walked away as Koomins looked daggers at his back. Hank did not like Koomins one bit, but he knew how to handle jealous hot heads so Wasn,t worried. Anne had already agreed to meet him at the trees above the ranch house at 9pm when most of the bunk house was quiet. Koomins and three other hands were in a nickel ante five. " Would you strip for me again, like yesterday?" Yes," I breathe. "Anything you wish from me, I'll do it."A salacious smile spreads across his face as he eyes me hungrily."Anything? Then be mine, always. I would like Dollie to remain relatively free, but give Matthew to me as my masochistic slave."I can't find it within myself to deny him that again, as I look into his intent, expectant eyes. The words had slipped out, momentarily forgetting that anything will also include handing my life and.