She asked if I liked her to be a slut for other men then she also wanted to be a slut for me. She told me that the way he treated her made her hot and...wet. I stroked her face and took off her mask and mine . I looked her into her eyes and said you are my slut wife now and forever. I kissed her deep. My tongue into her mouth.After I broke the kiss she asked how she tasted. I said salty and we both laughed. "I am a slut after all" was her response. I started to kiss her tits a d got to her belly.. "Jane transformed into a different person when she showed me this house. She spoke with an enthusiasm that was simply captivating, and her eyes seemed to glow with intensity ... such was her focus on showing the house. She was not a real-estate for the hour and thirty minutes we spent touring, she was a show woman, and a damned fine one at that.In her performance I saw past her aging years, and into the youth and vitality that had once been at her disposal, and the wisdom and experience. Then looked into her eyes for a long moment. He asked, “So instead of asking me about this, or telling me you weren’t getting enough attention, you decided to be bad?”“Well, I didn’t really decide. It just sort of happened.”“Have you come?” She could tell that was a very important question. “No Sir. I wouldn’t dare.” Well, I had thought about it quite a bit.“And you still want to be owned? To be mine?” That question scared her. “Yes, Sir. Of course, Sir.”“This isn’t your way of. Goodnight Cal, love you!" Love you mom," I said in return.She slapped me on the bottom as I got up. I looked back at her and smiled. I headed up to my room. As I passed Callie's room I heard, "We've been waiting for you Cal," and her door opened."Close the door and lock it," Hannah's voice said."You have two more birthday presents, pick one to be first," Callie said. They were both wearing robes with no indication of anything underneath them."It doesn't matter which one I choose? Will the other.