"From now on when we are alone you will call me... master."She turns her head to look at him. Suddenly not quite so sure. But then he thinks of hersel... calling him that and she cannot deny the pulse that races out from her hot crotch. She moans just a little."Yes master. I am yours now."Victory. So sweet. And damn does it make his cock hard."Then my sexy slavegirl. Open that box. Wrap my dick and I am going to fuck you until we both pass out." Yes master." Day 9Sometimes life is kind. On the. I had various little plans in my head to seduce her. I would fuck my sexy wife hard and harder at night for Amla to listen to that. Deliberately delaying my orgasm so as to fuck for a long time. I thought this would make Amla hot. Also my lund would get hotter thinking of her. I would admire her young fleshy body during the day time. Imagining enjoying her nude body at various positions in the house. She was like an inactive volcano. I knew that once excited I would make her tight chut to ride. ..suck you..." I would never do that mom", I said.She laughed, "I know silly, it was just a way to get to imagine you...like this..." She leaned over and took the expanded knob between her lips and sucked on it. She pressed it and I could feel that some pre-cum had oozed, and she took it on her tongue. She looked so hot. She said, "You want your mommy, don't you baby," as she licked her lips with my juice.I said, "The answer might incriminate me mom."She laughed and took the whole head and part. Had I dipped my wick the word would have gotten back.At this party I met two crazy wannabe biker chicks named Brenda and Terri. It was pretty clear that these girls were up for fun. I got Brenda's phone number mostly because I was so wound up on speed that I had had to leave my scooter at my pal's house being unable to ride any longer (this speed run was going into day 10 or 11). Later as my pal and I were zonked at his house trying to drink myself to sleep with Whiskey we got to talking about.