I don't know. I mean I love you..." And you care a lot for Carly too. I know. Frank, can't you see that this is the best for all of us?"I hesitated."B...sides, I know you're attracted to her." I've been trying to hide it." Oh hell Frank," my wife said in that men-are-so-stupid tone that women have been perfecting ever since Eve, "I knew the first time I brought you home for dinner." Well," I said judiciously, "Carly's not you, but she's not bad."Even over the phone I could hear Jody dimple.. Fiona was standing behind me, not wearing any top or bra. She was slapping my bottom! Her beautiful breasts swayed gently, accompanying the movement of her hand.There were men watching - a different man in each version of the dream. I remembered seeing Roger. He stood there in his naked glory, his cock ready for action, watching as Fiona's hand castigated my bottom. In another version, the spectator was my father. He was fully dressed, but the bulge in his trousers betrayed how much watching my. I set it over the edge of the fire and went to collect more wood. On my third trip back she returned from upstream with roots and several other plants. It looked like she had already washed them off and knelt to slice and cut them up.Dinner was nice and we washed and cleaned everything in the stream together. When I crawled into the tent it was to see both liners laid out together. She followed and turned to seal the tent, "strip."I looked at her and she turned and grinned, "fuck buddy."I began. Once Tulsa's recovery ended, her training resumed. Now, though, her indoctrination focused more on the skills that would be found useful in a slave, rather than being designed to simply humiliate and degrade her. Tulsa and several other slaves at the clinic were taught such valuable topics as cooking, bartending, the intricacies of a formal social function, and erotic dancing. Six months later, Tulsa could plan a party for 50, cook a gourmet meal for them, mix drinks and give a lap dance.Of.