It seemed safe. She lowered her face and kissed the tip of my cock again. Then she leaned back and took my pants and underwear the rest of the way ove... my knees and down my calves sliding them off my feet. She discarded them to the side as she stood and moved squarely between my spread knees. She liked being watched as she let her robe fall to the floor. I followed her thumbs as one on each side of her hips disappeared inside the waistband of her pajama bottoms and she slipped them down her. My slave girl had a little devilish grin on her beautiful angelic face. “OK ass hole, show us the bedroom,” I ordered to the man. He led us there while I followed pulling my two slave girls behind me on their dog leashes. When we got into the room I made my slave strip down to just their panties and bras. My girl had a nice black sheer set which showed her perfect figure through the silk and lace material. The wife, to my surprise was not wearing any underwear and therefore, she was. They were laughing and chatting noisily when Matron returned. “You should come here every day,” she said to Dave. “I’ve never seen this place so full of happy smiling mothers to be.” Dave took the opportunity to study matron. Probably in her mid thirties, she was short about five foot four, with short curly blonde hair. Dave mused to himself “that’s a body that had been cared for.” He wet his lips as he studied her perky tits. They overfilled her uniform pushing hard against the material.. I was choked up. I didn’t want to go back inside the club. Jillian didn’t interest me anymore. I decided to walk the six blocks to my apartment. I was tired, but I lay in bed for hours thinking about Chastity, listening to the voices in my head arguing over calling her. Part of me wanted her back, the other was afraid to expose my wounded heart to another break. My thoughts swung like a pendulum from one side of the argument to the other. An old question came back. “Where did the love go?” It.