It was then that the cop said, ‘That’s alright. Don’t bother her if she’s not feeling well. I have to go anyway.’ It was then they walked to...his squad car. Hubby thanked him and the cop left. I told him he really took a chance, because if he’d opened the curtain, his wife was there ok, naked, sandwitched between two strange men who were also naked with their cocks buried inside her. (And oh yes, I’d probably still be slowly humping the kid keeping his cock from going limp.) He said he had to. ”“Hopefully,” I replied, eating my breakfast.I took out my trusty old blue bicycle from the garage, dusting it off a little bit, and went on my way to the job interview in the suburbs of Somers at one in the afternoon after putting on my orange gradient aviators. The distance was long and it took me almost half an hour on the bike to reach the place.“Whoa!” I exclaimed, looking at the lavish, luxurious, and huge villas as I entered the rich suburbs for the first time, “Damn, rich people.”“Shit,. Clearly, Morgan was aware of the weakness and decided on a pre-emptive strike. Her fingers went down the front of the panties and stroked pubic hair.Unlike Elis, I was aware what and how Morgan thought of him, so I never really gave Morgan a sexual thought (at least one that I spanked it to). I took stock of the situation: short, edgy styled red hair, hazel eyes, beautifully clear white skin, hard nipples peeking through the holes in the pink top, flat tummy, a line of red pubic being traced by. "When you tried to fix me I didn't want to be fixed. I didn't want to stop calling you Master. I don't want to go back to what I was! I want to be yours forever! Not as a Doll but as your Slave! It feels so good when you use me and you're so kind to me Master." She paused to get her breath. "When I was floating in limbo and you were trying to fix me I saw what I used to be." You remembered who you were?!" I said surprised. If she was able to get at her memories before all of this why the hell.