M. to take us on an adventure.”“It’s only 7:00 a.m. I have plenty of time,” she said, putting the pillow over her head.He laughed. “Breakfas... is here, my dear. It’s Quiche Lorraine this morning and a bowl of fresh berries. I’ll pour you some tea. Come on, up, up, up!”“Where did all of this energy come from, Mac?” Grace asked as she begrudgingly got out of bed.“Regular sex appears to energize me,” Mac said teasingly. “Although I should probably say frequent sex since nothing is merely regular. But, god, or, God, had been for those better than him. For those with family, friends. God had seemed to have no place in his plans for Tom, so Tom had not bothered to have a place for God.That, he now knew, had been very stupid of him.The fish sizzled nicely. He probably should learn how to cook it well, but for now he just wanted something in his tummy before going back into town. Flipping the fish over with an old metal spatula, he thought again about what he was going to need. A saw, yes.. “I’ve never seen anything like that before in my life.”I beamed and looked back at Chris.“This is definitely going to be something that we are going to do a lot more of in the future.”It felt really nice to slow things down and take a little break in the action. After a minute or so, Chris let out a little moan and I looked over to see what was going on. Liz was running her fingers over my husband’s testicles and the cage that encased less than an inch of his penis.“So there is actually. What do you think?" he asks. Hearing his voice, I know that my nipples are hardening under my top and my pussy is soaking under my skirt. I feel their eyes on me, looking over me and inspecting me. I hope that I please them but above all, I want to please Master most. Master grips my ponytail and pulls it up sharply, telling me to look at him. I gaze into his eyes and give him a small naughty grin. He looks at me and I see a mean smirk appear across his face. One thought floods my mind. Oh.