Once I had finished my call, I apologised to Kai for the way I acted the night before. He just smiled and said that I seemed to enjoy acting like a sl...t. I blushed slightly and sheepishly said that I had. As I thought about it, I realised that I really did enjoy being a slut. Kai smiled and suggested that I spend the day being his slut. I laughed and pointed to my wardrobe. I asked if those clothes look like they belong to a slut. Kai opened my wardrobe and nodded before saying that we needed. ”“You say that Dan is very good to you, then he’s okay in my books.”Mel stood by Jenny looking at the trio in the water. “Your sister loves you so much and is relieved to have Savon with her again.”“I know and I love her too,” Jenny said, remembering the many times they’ve tasted the other’s delicious pussy.“You want to go for a swim?” Mel asked.“I don’t have my bikini with me.”“In this house, you hardly ever need a swimsuit.” She boldly crossed her arms over her front and pulled her top over. However, Hal had added a new dimension to her lovemaking--several dimensions, to be strictly truthful, but one in particular that had brought her closer to mate swapping. He had shown a great interest in her earlier sexual experiences, and it wasn't the sort of interest a jealous man shows; rather, it was simple curiosity and a desire for, vicarious excitement. It seemed that he was one of those men who derive pleasure from hearing a woman talk about her experiences with other men. And Pris. After our luch meeting at a terrace in Namur in the francophone eastern part of Belgium, where only choice in beers is from strong till very strong indeed, just like the iinteresting impact of his hot short sexy spicy stories on submission of great gals to the whims of his whips & heaving hips. As we learnt with lovely looking Louisa from his arousing exposé about his curious custom-built portable massage table with leather straps on the form of hand- & ankle-cuffs at all four corners, it never.