' She was still his friend – they had been friends for many years and she had been a very important shelter in the storm when Naomi got sick, and in...those dark terrible days and weeks after she died. His girls adored their godmother, and because of affection and proximity they saw her often.Many times since the divorce she had visited and cried on his shoulder. She would put on a smiling face as she helped with dinner and got the girls to bed, and then when the house was quiet she'd join him on. Zorro danced about the stage, leaving Linda to cope with her predicament. He might as well have taken a nap. No one was watching him.After a while, Zorro returned and removed her chains. In a way, I was glad it was over. I had been sitting on my hands. If I touched my crotch, I would explode, and it was all I could do to keep from doing so. I was glad we were in the dark. Even so, my discomfort didn't go unnoticed. Brad looked over and grinned. Helen grinned.It wasn't over. Zorro was chaining. I licked her from top of her butt crack to her beautiful clit sticking my tongue in her ass and pussy each time. Amy began reaching down and rubbing her clit as fast as she could, in a few seconds later she was bucking and pushing her pussy into my face even harder until she came all over my face.Amy had no sooner finished cumming than she was on her knees sucking my cock for all she was worth. My wife gives a pretty good blow job but she could use some lessons from her sister.Amy would take. Although tender, my bottom still felt oddly moist, a feeling that Irather fancied. I recall dozing back off for a bit reveling in the newlydiscovered pleasures from last night and the closeness to that wonderfulstrong man.A bit later I stirred again. My bottom had oozed a considerable amountof his man seed, and I sensed that I was a mess. This troubled to me andI carefully disengaged myself from my contentedly sleeping Master tohead for the bathroom. Arriving there I saw a note addressed to me.