I mindlessly sipped my whiskey. I was racing trying to find the right answer. There were many reasons why we can’t just ‘be,’ but looking at Da..., thinking about Danielle, our physical attraction and spiritual connection there were many more reasons why we should.I gave that a moment to set in then made a decision, if only a temporary one. ‘I know what we can be, Danielle. We can be the good friends we are, and take this as far as we dare.Danielle looked up with smudged mascara around teared. Bet you never guessed why Des wanted to call that particular restaurant. I am why. I work there. It's too delicious not to try it. I want to be your slut, too, just as she is. My sister knows me too fucking well. So, may I move in with you, brother-in-law, and be more than just your sister-in-law? The very idea is a serious turn-on," Nina told me between kisses to my body, which Des now joined in."Of course, you may. Don't be silly. So, your plan worked, eh, Des? Does that mean that you two. The instructions were a joke. A single page of cartoons with very little writing, all in Arabic, but they were drawn so even an illiterate peasant could understand what to do, and not do. Like most Soviet knock off mines they were really simple. Bury them until the top of the detonator just barely cleared the sand, pull the safety pin out of the detonator spike, and back away slowly and gently. I wondered how hard it was going to be to do it at night while wearing NVGs.With all that done,. I can pretend that I'm not really a... a slut.” She whispered that last, afraid to speak it aloud, because that would make it real. “Tell me to do things in your Master voice, and I'll do them.”“Keep sucking it, Slave,” he said firmly, in his deeper voice, and she gratefully opened her mouth and began doing it all on her own. He wasn't touching her head with either one of his hands anymore, and she was going as deep on him as he had been fucking her mouth when she couldn't get away. “Good, now.