I was still in love with Sara, of course. Having been married and in love with her twin sister all these years hadn't changed that.My Cindy began to p...ay with her new toy. I could tell she was enjoying the pleasure her aunt and I were giving her. Sara was writhing on my face, as Cindy was on my hard cock. I thrust my pelvis and face up at both of them!I reached my hands up and found one of Cindy's small breasts and one of Sara's larger ones. I moaned around Sara's clit, trying to show them both. "Sarah whimpered slightly..."No complaining slave. I want you to go to the liquor cabinet and pour me a glass of scotch. You may bring it up to our bedroom."She looked questioningly at me. "Our bedroom, Master?" She said timidly.I looked at her. "Yes of course 'our' bedroom, slave. You will be sleeping with me from now on, and as soon as you bring me my drink you will spend your time moving your clothes into the closet in my room ... now go."She sprang into action, and ran into the kitchen.. "Excellent, I'll see you then," he said and then hung up. He was standing in the apartment and staring out at the view of the city skyline. It was eight o'clock Sunday morning and it was shaping out to be a cracker of a day, weather wise. The sun streamed through the huge windows and warmed his naked body. Turning around, he saw Tess wrapped in her silk robe coming from the bedroom. "That was Geoff. He and Jackson are going to pick me up around midday and give me a lift to the meat works to. The room was once again pristine and lit with the same eerie red glow, and this time there was only one glass on the table. Doug sat down on the couch and took a sip from the glass — lemon tea this time, cold and crisp — and opened the yearbook. There were pages upon pages of adorable looking girls in poodle skirts and guys trying much too hard to look tough in their t-shirts with cigarette packs rolled up in their sleeves, but Doug was in a hurry. He could admire the photographs later. For.