The next minute her saree was lying on the floor. She opened her petticoat and let it fall as well. She had only her bra and panty on now. She brought...her thighs to touch my thighs. I got a sexy current. I turned around her and began to kiss her on her back. I put my hand inside the cup of her bra and began to feel her boobs. Then I unhooked her bra. I threw her bra away and began to kiss her nipples and suck her lovely tits. Her nipples got big with lust. Then I turned my hand inside her panty. It lunged against the spring of the rod causing moans that were quickly becoming screams from my wife. Would lean back panting and then the fish would lunge again. The vibration of the shaking pole would again send her to the edge.About the third or fourth lunge she came. She arched her back up high her whole body shaking then lay back exhausted. The fish was still tugging at the pole as she came back to her sense. I reached over to take the pole thinking I would have to reel it in."No way,". Bill what’s going on? He told him. Tim I was just thinking about that girl you were telling me about the other day. You mean that girl that was sucking my cock, Tim asked? Hell yes, Bill said, was she serious when she said she would suck me too? Bill, she’s sucking me as we speak, Tim told him. In the last hour she has drained three loads from me, he added. As for sucking you I’ll have to ask her about that. Sally heard the conversation and felt this was her chance to find out what it. She was unprogrammed, giving herself voluntarily, submitting to the control of another. Of three others really, since Mary, Andy and I all treated her as our slave. Yet, she too, gave happily and eagerly, wanting to please.So, how was her voluntary slavery different than Mary and Andy’s programmed state? I had tried to determine the difference. When Lisa first joined us, she seemed to be more wary, untrusting, with a conscious knowledge of the depth of her surrender. The kittens trusted.