Tiffany seemed to have a glazed expression."I should not have done that," I said."I'm glad you did," she answered. "Master ... I want you to know ... ... belong to you. I am yours, however, whenever you want. As your slave, as your servant, as a toy, as a lover. Whatever you need, whenever you need it." That's ... I don't know what to say..." Master, I trust you. Do you know why?"I shook my head, still stunned by her declaration."I trust you, because I think you love me. I know I love you."I was. A new elderly neighbour four doors down the road was perfect to ogle from a distant, persuading me to walk to the local shop, rather than drive, if I could see her in the front doing a bit of gardening which she loved, judging by her exertions, always alone- no sign of a man.I met this lady a few months ago one evening, when I strolled by on the way back with minimal shopping; I’d only gone out to leer at her, meaning to pause and comment on the hot weather, a usual thing for us suburban Brits. Erica layed there exhausted but recovered was pulling her underwear and skirt up. Once they were on, she could feel the cum coming out of her and pussy and filling her panties full.“You’re not done just yet, Slut Erica, you still have to lick that floor clean and clean her face and hair up in that toilet you pissed in.”“Yes of course, guys. That’s all I’m good for.”Kneeling down again but in her skirt this time, she stuck her tongue out and lowered her head to the floor. Once her tongue reached. When the food arrives, Abbie runs to the kitchen to get plates and drinks, while Tim throws his shorts on once more, to answer the door and accept the food.As soon as he has put the bags on the coffee table, he is back in the bedroom, shedding his shorts. Together next to each other, Abbie just fills one plate with all the food, hands Tim a fork. He is a bit confused at first, then comprehension occurs. They are sharing the food on the plate together, sometimes even feeding each other.