"The next part is really great!" He arched an eyebrow at her. "I can see that you were starting to get into it!"Marilyn glanced over at Jim. There was...a noticeable bulge in his lap. The loose sweat pants didn't do anything to restrain his growing cock."Looks like he was really up for seeing the next part!" Yeah. Poor baby is going to have to wait until he's very, very good!" Aw, baby, why do you treat me this way?" He mock whined."'Cause I get off on it, that's why!" Sadist. What do I have to. ”“I'm good with the new ones, Igor. What's her story?”“I don't know her name. I snatched her near the convent on the other side of town. She was dressed like a nun in training, so I thought she'd be pure, but she wasn't. Master was furious that I didn't check her.”“I remember when you took me,” Belinda said, smiling at me with her ruined eyes. “I felt like someone was watching me when I left the library. I remember hearing footsteps, and then you grabbed me and held that cloth over my. This happened for a few more mornings and then she stopped, but continued to bring me my coffee.Our master bedroom was a wing off the house on the main floor that consisted of a hallway that passed a very large walk-in closet and the bathroom before you got to the bedroom.Several days went by and then one morning no coffee in bed and no shower show. Instead, as I was dressing in the walk-in, she came down the hall and stopped, apparently surprised I was up which was bs because she always got up. He never missed an opportunity to flirt. To be honest, I quite liked him too.So there we have it, a man who fancies me, just divorced, moving to Canada, and will be round our house for a goodbye drink at the weekend. If that hasn’t got the makings of a perfect naughty storm, I don’t know what has. As far as I'm concerned, I also have a husband who is open to the idea. I started thinking of a way I could fit it into the conversation on the night. That wasn’t as easy as it sounded. I couldn’t.