I interrupted and handed the letter to Shirley."This was handed in by a young woman called Isabella who said she was your cousin. She said it was from...her aunt and she was sent to deliver it. I take it her aunt must be your mother and there was a plea delivered with it, she begs you to read it."Shirley looked at the letter for some time and we all waited to see what she would do. Eventually she slit the envelope and withdrew the letter and I breathed a sigh of relief, I was glad that at least. But I was really dumbfounded when a week later I saw the same stickers on the bumper of my wife’s car!!! What was going on?As usual on Tuesday’s I got off at noon and Kathleen was due home at 1:00. Kathleen always left her computer on so I could check her history to see what she was interested in doing the next time we fucked. This time I was really surprised. The history showed video after video dealing with mature women and lesbian sex, young women and lesbian sex and lesbian threesomes.. The slave will have to devote most of his time to devoting himself properly to his Master. She will constantly worry about the well-being of her Chosen One, striving to serve him as her status as a servant obliges her to do so. Thus, at the table, for example, she will have to ensure that the Master always has his full glass, bread at his disposal. She will serve him the best pieces, keeping for her only the remains that he agrees to leave him. If the urge takes him, the Master will make his. I dozed for a little and dreamed some in my sleep. I awoke, suddenly, to the sound of giggling nearby, and with a semi-hard-in due to the heat and the dream.I moved, slowly, quietly, to see where the giggling was coming from. It was a couple. He short and stocky, wearing joggies and a vest top, she petite, blonde, but with a very nice set of boobs poking through her white vest top. Her shorts were exactly that; short.My cock stirred.The guy flopped down on the soft green grass beneath a beech.