It was Amber’s turn tonight to cook. She made my favorite dinner, lasagna. We sat outside after eating when I said that I have made a decision conce...ning them both. ‘Can I have your undivided attention, slaves?’ I asked. Keira and Amber looked over to me at once, saying in unison, ‘Yes, Master.’ ‘While I am away on my trip, I cannot leave two slaves here without guidance, since Keira is the first slave, I am going to make her your Mistress, Amber. You will obey all her orders. Always answer her. The ride home was brief and uneventful in reality, the fantasy side of her mind feasting off the events of the day. Oh, thank the Lord there were only twenty-four hours in a day! Perhaps a good night’s sl**p would quell that surging loneliness up there between her legs. After hanging up her coat, Ann made a bee-line for the liquor cabinet and mixed a martini. With this fortification, she took out a roast from the refrigerator and plopped it in a dutch oven and set the timer. Thank God for. Then again, he did a lot of thinking with his dick back in the day, back when a guy who got laid with frequency was a stud, a girl with more then one man was a slut. ?Remember Annie’s club that first night?? Her voice breaking his thoughts along with the feel of her roving fingers probing between his legs, he’s somehow not surprised that her minds’ on the same wavelength as his. ?Yep, yea sure I remember,? he quietly answers, an octave or so higher as he feels her fingers. I was expertly twisted round onto my back in one fluid movement as we continued to kiss. He took his time to slowly relieve me of my shoes and stockings, stroking my long legs as he went. Then, without warning and rather ceremoniously, he proceeded to lift me up into his arms and carry me upstairs to his bedroom (without the usual signs of struggle, breathlessness or subsequent fear for my safety at being dropped in a heap…. impressive!) I was thrown onto the bed and relieved of my clothing.