"I'm just not interested, so get that through your head. And if you try to force me, I will charge you with spousal rape..." she said, firmly, with a ...onfrontational look in her eyes, giving me a warning of her seriousness.I looked at her for a moment, and a wave of despair passed over me."Do you want a divorce?" came out of my mouth, even though that wasn't what I wanted to say right then."No, of course not, David. I LOVE you. I love our lifestyle, I love our children, and I love everything. "No, but then I never knew what a slave felt like. I suppose it could be like this," she answered thoughtfully."It's not the salidin that makes a person a slave, no more than a tattoo does. It's the slave masters that make the slave. Oh, some say it's the slave that makes the slave. That one truly isn't a slave until one gives in and becomes a slave, but I think that's ridiculous. When you're in chains and the punishment for resistance is death, what can you do?"In the south we don't have. He jumped at it and I told Martin of the plan. He loved it and said he wasn’t bothered about the fat man, he just wanted to fuck me in my Stockings and heels.Steve grunted and rolled about the bed as Martin fucked me hard and long. I screamed as his cock drove deep into me. once he had cum he shot off. I allowed Steve to eat Martins cum from inside me and he wanked himself off as he did and cum on his big belly.He said I could use his place any time as long as he could eat the cum afterwards. “Well, thank you. I must say, my night was awesome for me too. Looking like it's going to be an awesome morning as well.”She jumps off the bed, giving me a delightful view of her firm butt as the shirttail flips up around her waist. I'm still lying face up, my morning wood strengthening with glimpses of my hot little companion's naughty bits and sexy talk, making a pronounced bulge in the sheet that's covering my lower half.“I expect so. Let's have some morning coffee,” she says. “Something to.