..Chantelle.'She was walking away to the exit.'Chantelle!'She turned, and walk toward me - then broke into a run and hugged me, nearly knocking me ove....'Sean' she said with a tear in her eye, 'I...' she left my arms.'I know' I saidShe smiled 'well, where there's bad news, there's good news''Yeah? what's that?'She passed me a note.'Read it' she winked, and walked out.It was lined, and obviously ripped from an exercise book, I opened it with care.Dear Sean,I hope I get this to you, I have hit. Yes. Yes. Yes...”She convulsed, her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her jaw dropped open and she froze as her orgasm consumed her. The convulsion continued to roll through her and as she started to come down I honk at the tracker, waved goodbye and hit the gas. I must admit I was tempted to stop and let him have a bit more direct fun. But, I wasn’t confident I could protect Jan if things got out of hand and I did mean to keep my promise to protect my slaves.Jan eventually got herself back. Yes, it could, because it was actually happening to her! It was no nightmare that she would suddenly awaken from to find herself in the arms of her young husband, Ken... Oh God, she was going to lose her mind for sure if she didn't occupy it some way... or if she didn't freeze to death first... !Subconsciously, she began to vigorously rub the smooth, satin-like flesh of her calves, her thighs, arms, belly and breasts to force her blood stream into more rapid circulation... and it was then that. She and the two bitches were always "out" somewhere and she often didn't answer her cell phone.The island of sanity was always Sundays at her parent's home. They lived in a giant old red brick house north of Chicago near Lake Michigan, in the town of Lake Forest. Typically Jessica and I would spend Saturday night there. I had my own room across the hall from Jessica. We could make love for half the night in her room, but in the morning I had to be in "my" room. Sunday mornings we would go to.