The steak was fine. I guess I need to talk with you girls though, but I've got to make a phone call first."My sad attitude must have warned them that ...omething was coming they might not like. But I wanted to call Patty, John's wife, and let her know what I'd discovered about our spouses as soon as possible. I went into my den and closed the door to make the call.Patty and John were a little older than us and both their kids were in college. Even though they had scholarships, I knew they were. She met me pleasantly; even I talked to her freely and asked few things about her visit.I tried my best to speak about that but it just didn’t come out from my mouth and our walk session came to an end. Like that I spent one more day, but every time, I just thought, that I will talk to her in this way or that way about having physical relation but again not a single word came out of my mouth. It was Saturday and I was at home.Tripti bhabhi came to our house with some sweets and she was bit. The crowd urged the smiling and breathless slave to claim his prize. I swallowed hard, feeling my heart stutter as I watched Tom Henry pressing his sweat and oil glazed body to that of his opponent."Take him! Fuck him!" Miss Ingersoll shouted, standing as well now with her excited voice echoing a hundred others, including mine.Tom Henry's dark cock seemed to grow even larger in that short span of time. He pushed the other man's smooth thighs rudely apart, showing the defeated slave little. Government can’t handle that. “I’m hungry. Zoe?”“Well, in or out,” she asked.“Out,” Cyn and I cried, “Bacon!”“Eggs!” I said.“Hash browns!” Cyn drooled.“Toast!” I said, “With real butter!”“Kippers!” said Zoe.“Eww!”“You just don’t know what’s good,” Zoe said.“We’ve been eating fish for 6 days,” we said like twins.“Oh,” Zoe said.“We do need to take care of Sailbait’s needs.”“What?”“Fuel, water, hauled and scrapped, rigging check, engine check, steering and autopilot, general maintenance ... like.