So I created a sexy facebook profile and I added some male friends. I start to chat with them on the daily basis. We share different sex thoughts and ...lowly I start to keep my wife with me when I am chatting. First she did not like that but I become normal to her later. One day I asked her permission to upload her sexy photo with her face covered on my profile, she refused first but 20 minutes later she agreed. I made her to wear a shirt with no bra inside to show her erect nipples and told her. She took a seat at the head of the table, shifting her weight in the padded, silk cushion as she examined the dishes on offer. The other occupants averted their eyes, not wanting to provoke her, what had been boisterous conversations turning to hushed whispers. It was a show of respect, of deference. This was what her high status mandated, so why did it make her feel so ... excluded?Maybe they needed a pep talk.“Tomorrow, we do battle,” she announced. Her voice carried through the room, all. "Yes..." she said, "Yes sir." And why would you allow me to do that?"She swallowed hard, her mind spinning, trying to come up with the best answer. The right answer. Yes, she thought ... whatever he wanted to hear, that was the right answer."Because you own me, sir ... and ... and I'm a slut. Your slut. Your slut pet."He backed off softly, and she got her breath back. Then she felt him kiss her neck, and shivered."Good answer, pet. Now go shower ... hurry up, I'll be in the living room waiting. Jewels is beside me Sara on the other side and one of the twins beside Sara. How to get out of here without waking everyone up, a full bladder makes it imperative that I go to the restroom. I wake up the twin who is sleeping on my chest, turns out its Morgan who took her mother’s place during the night.“Morgan, can you help me up?” She is not ready to wake up but does so to help me out, but slowly. “I got first dibs for the toilet because you woke me up.” She still helps me to stand on the.