The door closes behind me, and when I turn quickly to look at it, a person slips behind me. I gasp, I take a step back while I observe the woman who h...s just appeared: tall, thin, with an extremely pale complexion and raven black hair, she seems to have defined shapes, under a long black dress with a high collar."You must be Eric, right? I've been waiting for you. They told me you're here to go through the Silver Door ... follow me."The voice is dark, sweet but grim, as he turns, as if it were. Foster said as she moved around the room then went to the closet andbegan looking through the dresses hanging inside as Deborah swished thesatin sheets aside then sat on the side of the bed. "We'll get you allshowered up then get you all made up nice and pretty then do your hairthen get you dressed for breakfast." Please Mrs. Foster!" Dale gasped. "Don't, don't make me go downstairs,not in front of all the guys!" he gasped cringing on the bed still in hisnightie clutching the white satin. In and out he went, having already conquered me. These were the spoilsof war. He wanted the treasure of my helpless sex-induced orgasm.I wasn't going to give it to him. No! This was my body! At least, it wasgoing to be under my control. Every aspect of my masculinity was sayingno. I was coming back from whatever abyss this body had sent me to. Icould gouge his eyes out. I could tear his ears off. I...I...oh no! Notthis! Please no! NO!!!The thrusting continued to provoke the contractions as the. Both men cracked up at their wife and her response. Justine was nothing if not feisty, their French-Canadian ginger delight. Sharing her was quite the experience, to put it mildly. There were plenty of other lovers ... for all three of them, but Charles and Mike both had a particular affection for Justine. There was a special bond that the trio shared, one that could scarcely be described by those who didn’t feel it.“Papa ... I’m ... late,” Chantal informed her father now ... somewhat.