“You need to get over that slut.”“I am over her,” I said as I glanced over to the bar and froze. The news feed still played but was showing an...interview. There was no way I could miss that fiery red hair or that bright smile. There was no volume, so I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but there was no mistaking the way Megan hung on the arm of a broad-shouldered man. Is that the freak, or did she find some other man? I wondered as I felt a pit open in my stomach.Blinking, I realized that the. Told it that it was not right to deceive women and that is NOT what he wanted. This totally left slave confused and unsure of what to do. How could it make this work when it didn’t even know if it really wanted it to work? The slave decided that before it attempted to even try and send another email to the lady that it was going to sit down and reevaluate the whole situation. It had to determine the reasons why it was really doing this. Was it doing this just because it was what Master. This house seemed to have been purchased for the sole purpose of hosting these swinger parties.We were shown two rooms in the back of the house, which he said were “open” – meaning there were no doors to either room, and they were free to anyone to use, or to simply watch. He then led us to the basement, where there were three very small rooms with curtains for privacy. These were “first-come, first-served,” he explained. Around the corner was another, larger, closed room, which was just off. ” We all laughed at that. And it was true. They were all gorgeous. Then one of the M&M twins spoke up. “My sister and I shared a room all our lives. When we hit around 16, Monica started masturbating in her bed. She had the top bunk and she would make it shake so much I couldn’t get to sleep. Soon enough I would join in, her moans were just so infectious, they made me so fucking horny.” Monica picked it up from there. “Well, with both of us masturbating almost nightly, we began to help each.