He stumbled out of the water, able to see the rainfall out to sea, and watched as the woman held his gaze a bit longer before diving beneath the now-c...oppy breakers.That night, with the rain hammering at his roof, he wondered if it had been a dream. His uncles in the hills had once shared dreamy mushrooms with him, which made him see things where they ought not to be, but he didn’t experience any flashing colors or shifting shadows when he was in the water. No, it had to have been real, and. ‘You’re a man. You’ve got a cock. And you’re the king. Demand strict obedience, and we’ll comply, indulge you in every detail you can imagine. We are your subjects, your concubines, your very eager sex slaves. And we’re here… to please… and worship… you.’ My jaw dropped, and the girl slowed slightly as I asked her to. My cock felt like it was melting, even though it was hard as a rock. ‘We’re not just going to drain you,’ she teased, giving the gorgeous girl a slap on her ass, encouragingly, as. “Tell me.”“She wouldn’t mind if you fucked me seven ways to Sunday.”“How do you know that?” I asked.“Because she told me so at your wedding. I said I thought you were a stud and would fuck you if I had the chance, if she wasn’t marrying you, and she said to go for it if I wanted.”“So do you want to or are you just playing tipsy drunk.” I said. I know knew the apple didn’t fall far from the tree and perhaps the training her mother gave her extended to how we ended up getting married.“So is that. Laura saw Jeannie and Chuck coming towards the table and was already fuming. As they sat down Laura blasted them both for being late even though a waitress was standing by the table wanting to offer them drinks. Jeannie blushed as she listened wide-eyed to being scolded so forcefully although it enforced her realisation that being scolded by a woman younger than herself was just as humiliating and embarrassing and erotic as when she was being dealt with by an older woman.Jeannie did blush even.