“What else?”“When I call for you, you will come to me. Without delay.” He looked at her ominously. “I’m not forgiving if you test my patie...ce.” He watched her eyes widen as fear began to return to her. She opened her mouth to speak, but she fumbled for words. “Speak, girl.” He snapped. “Tell me what you are thinking.”Courtney closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “What about Dylan? What if I’m out of town or something? What if I can’t do what you expect of me?” The panic was evident in her. I felt her anal ring repeatedly squeezing my fingers as Sarah moaned and shook.She certainly wasn't shy about letting me know what she liked, and I loved that about her. As her climax eased, Sarah gradually pulled away and turned herself until we were face to face. She kissed me tenderly while coaxing my body on top of hers. My cock naturally pressed against her pubis as she opened her thighs to welcome it inside her.I kept it slow while enjoying every second of being with her. Sarah let me. They did indeed sl**p in their own rooms and barely functioned as room mates. Our first few days passed uneventfully. On the third night I woke up To use the bathroom and saw a glowing light and heard groaning coming from the den. I padded my way to the back of the house and watched les sitting at the desktop with his robe open tugging and rubbing his cock watching a porn. If I had been married 30+ years and wasn’t getting laid I’d be watching porn too. You can’t blame the guy. My inner slut. ” She follows her into a cavernous empty side room.“It’s Abigail, but you can call me Abby.” She slides up the lights revealing a ballroom where they could throw a whole other party. Abby looks around conspiratorially before handing her a wine glass. “Now alcohol isn’t enough to deal with these, but a little blondie, as I like to call them, fixes you right up.” Abby produces a small tin from under her belt and pulls out a white pill. “With one of these you won’t fix the ponces, but you won’t.