When I came back around the storm had passed the house was silent The power was off the only sound was Kriss light breathing next to me I covered her...up with my white satin sheet and let her sleep. I tried to comprehend what had happened. If it werent for the warmth of Kriss body next to me I would have sworn it had been a dream. I didnt want to think about the repercussions of having sex with Kris. I didnt get much sleep that night. At first light I picked up Kris still wrapped in the sheet. “Get your head down there, girl,” she ordered abruptly.Julia obeyed, kneeling with her magnificent hindquarters thrust up. it was at that moment, Quentin knew his policy of ‘rejection’ was finally over! Julia simply could not be resisted any longer. With blood racing fast through his veins... the desire like a brand within him.. he got up and moved around to the end of the bed.There was... his slave...So blatantly exposed...So provocatively exposed...His for the taking...He grabbed Julia’s warm. You look at me and say “Do you mind if I dance with him? He’s cute.” I lower my head and say “No” as you start to stand up. You pretend to forget something and come back and whisper in my eye, “Good boy” as you pat my cock in the cage. For the next several songs, I see you and the guy on the dance floor. At first, it’s harmless dancing but then you start to get closer and get more sensual with him. I see you touching him more and his hands on your hips. You look over from time to time and see. Mary,” the woman beamed as she rolled out biscuit dough.“Is that you, Linda,” the startled lady inquired.“Yes it’s me. We came up for the boys’ games this week. I guess Rochelle forgot to remind you.”“Oh, that’s okay. I’m up every day by 4:30. I’ll just go dust the furniture in the living room.”“Come back soon for breakfast.”The boys and Clarence feasted. Homemade biscuits. Gravy, Home potatoes. Cheesy eggs. Bacon. The ladies were discussing the mess Trump was currently making. Rochelle entered.