Would you like me to bring a cane now, or after desert?? His eyes are sparkling. ?Bless you, darling, but you know I don't play angry. Beside..., it's Friday.? He vanishes the dishes and sets a bowl of fruit salad and a cup of coffee before me, kneels a little further away, and folds down till I can stretch out my legs and rest my heels on his bent back. Peace soaks into me as I enjoy the perfect moment of a good meal, pleasant surroundings and a loving slave at my feet. The. Fucked him since then." "No. Several other sisters participated in rehabbing him, but there's a... there seems to be an unspoken pact between us. Chelsea's with him now." It seems good to remind him about Chelsea, about how many times I watched him fuck her. About how I cleaned his cock after he fucked her. "She seems like a good choice. Congrats." What? This is not what I expected to hear. No anger, no self-pity, and no recriminations. Seemingly total acceptance and even praise. After fucking. I rode him until I had yet another orgasm, jumped off and bent over doggy so he could see my arse and pussy and told him to fuck me. He was straight back in and gave me a really good doggy style fuck, pushed a finger up my bum and as I was nearing another orgasm he filled me again. I never got to have my 3rd as unsurprisingly he didn't recover again. I felt like such a slut, a bloke 18 years younger than me had been fucking me everywhere, I had made him cum 3 times, I had cum twice, my pussy. On the other I faced revival and dice. What do I mean "dice"? Easy… it would be a roll of the dice, considering whether to go down this road or not, and the resulting benefits or consequences. My inner fire was running low on fuel. Suck me! This just wouldn't do. I needed something, someone to reignite my thruster. I needed a muse to reenergize my creative spirit. Besides, my self pleasuring and fantasies were getting to be the only intimacy I knew anymore. Oh I could wander my paw, taking my.