My Dad let me borrow his old truck and some ladders so that I could earn money that summer painting houses. I had printed up some fliers to place in t...e neighbors' mailboxes indicating that I was available for both interior and exterior work. When I came home from this endeavor, as I got out of my car, I couldn't help but notice my next door neighbor weeding her garden. She was wearing cut off jeans with approximately half of her magnificent ass cheeks exposed. I completely froze at that. "You are coming to the party tonight, aren't you, Denning? I'm sure we can find some companionship for you."Mark returned Buchanan's smile thinly. Was the big man suggesting that he be unfaithful to Desirée? Occasionally indulging in his clandestine affair with Nancy Pace was one thing. Openly cheating on Desirée in front of political associates was quite another thing altogether."There was something I wanted to discuss with you concerning what my--our--stance will be concerning. The Disciple then reached into a pouch at her waist and brought out a pinch of powder and let it spill into her upturned hand. The last thing I saw was her blowing the substance in my direction, a cloud overcame me and a moment later it was morning. When I awoke I jumped up with a start and reached for my throat to see if it was uncut and I was relieved to find it so. I looked around to see if The Disciple was still around but of course she was not. The sun had already risen but just barely. Samuel aske dher if her husband had ever suggested she fuck other men. She nodded yes. He asked if she’d been tempted. She shook her head yes. He asked that now that she’d had this much sex with someone other than her husband would she actually do it if he asked. She whimpered a bit and whispered I shouldn’t, it’s wrong. He asked again by saying he wanted it why not. She whimperd that she might lose control and become a slut again. This intrigued him. He pursued it. He asked about the slut.