There wereChristmas lights around the door and most of the windows and it lookedto me to be an almost magical place to live.The door opened and there ...as the man I saw in the church. He had a bigsmile on his face as he said, 'Hello Peter, welcome home, please callme Mark. Come and see the rest of the mad bunch.'That sounded so nice 'welcome home', it was only temporary, I knew butat least for a little while I could pretend to be part of a family.Mark took my hand, went over to a door and opened. I shifted so I could free my right hand and caress the dark skin of his cheek. “No, not yet. We’ve only been sharing a bed for a week. I need at least another three to really get used to it.” He slapped by butt lightly, the contact making a soft popping sound. “Oh, very well.” I rolled onto my right side so that I was facing him and began to massage his chest. He continued to stroke my thigh and we kissed again, this time our lips parting and our tongues duelling playfully. My body began to. It was the best of times?well?okay?not really?but it wasn't exactly the worst of times, either. It was, actually, "business as usual" for dear old Planet Earth. Saddam Hussein had just gotten the shit bombed out of him by the Mighty Armed Forces of the United States. The Global Economy sucked. Poverty, famine, and disease were rampant even in the so-called "developed nations". People still harbored hatred towards those of their neighbors who happened to be of a different race, creed, color,. Saturday was “free-for-all”. When home between 8am and 10pm she was available to both men as a “sex slave”. Dressed in as little as possible, she would obey every command from her “masters”. Since this was all for fun, she had a safe word which was simply “No!” It was a great success. Besides resulting in many climaxes all day long for everyone, it was an arena that each brought new ideas to.They tried lots of things. Threesomes, light bondage, anal, and watersports elicited few “No”s from her..