Looking up Ann said shhh, softly. Mary was torn. Her fear of being touched in such a manner, was conflicted with the enjoyment she was feeling. As Ann...slid her fingers between Mary's soaked vaginal lips, she bit softly on Mary's clit. As she began to shake with the most powerful orgasm in her life Mary covered her face and began to sob. Lapping up Mary's juices Ann removed her fingers. Pulling herself up and over Mary, Ann kissed her cheeks and lips. Softly Ann said good morning lover. Tears. I ate in my room that night and began to formulate a plan that went well beyond even these conquests. I wanted a stable full of fine fillies. The only questions were how many and how was I going to deal with my parents as my activities become increasingly obvious. The first question was unanswerable except to say, as many as I had the opportunity to convert. I had no doubt I could create opportunities, as I desired, so the number would likely eclipse the largest harems of ancient Egypt. That. “All these clothes have got me horny again. Go down on me now,” my wife commanded. I did as I was told. I was learning to like licking my wife’s pussy. I always believed it was a tit for tat thing—I’d go down on her and she’d go down on me. I figured that sex that night would be epic. My mind was fixated on it. I felt something drip on my leg. It was pre-cum from my locked-up cock. I was later to learn that these were called “chastity tears”. Afterward, Kate said to me tenderly, “This. “She is with her lover, isn’t she?” “Yes.” “You asked Portrait to paint Laura nude for your home gallery?” “Yes, we met here.” “Portrait always fucks the women he paints. How many times did Portrait fuck Laura while she was posing for him?” “I have asked Laura the same question; if you see her face it is obvious. She simply smiles and evades my question.” “Does her lover know?” “You would have to ask Greg.” “Artsy wants me to capture you and she.” “She told me she is considering that. Are you.