"You know Tyrone Hayes?" Honey, this isn't Dallas," I said.Maynard nodded. "I've known his whole family since his dad and I were kids, back before the...ski basin opened. This was a lot smaller town then. Everybody knew everyone else. And everyone else's secrets. Still do, mostly."Cheryl squealed with excitement, grabbed Maynard, and kissed his cheek. Then she repeated the gesture with me. I glanced around and noticed several people, especially boys her age, wondering how to get her to repeat. A.. and your so sure of that, my lord?" she stutters, cursing at her self for showing her vulnerability.He smiles slightly, eyes dark as they watch her. He slowly walks towards her, like a hunter stalking his prey. He walks around her, lightly brushing his body against hers as he does. He stops when he is behind her, leaning in so his lips just barely brush her ear, his warm breath causing her breath to catch, her nipples to harden. "Aye, I am positive of that."He brings his fingertips up. “You’ve been my wife since we slept together Saturday night, even though we didn’t do anything but sleep,” I replied, gently stroking her face.“You know that a lot of slave owners have sex with both their wife and their female slaves,” she said suggestively.I didn’t know what to say. It almost sounded like she wanted me to have sex with the sisters.“What harm will it do if you agree to be their Master and let them know they can leave if they change their mind?” she asked.“None, but I still. They found their way through his hair, over his chest, down his legs, then they stopped. She looked into his eyes. Then she walked even closer to him. When she stopped her naked body was firmly against his."What is she doing?" Kevin thought. He could feel the warmth from her body all over his body. She looked deep into his eyes, unlike what she had done the previous time. He moved his eyes to look into hers. Then suddenly she was gone and he awoke feeling queasy.He moved his body, just.