Use me as you want, I am all yours, master,” she said as she bent down and started kissing my feet. It was great to see a reader turned slave in tot...l submission.The married woman’s tongue glided over my toes and she licked nicely. I pulled her hair and made her stare up at me. I pulled her closer and made her sit between my legs.She stared up at me, like a hungry slut. I spat on her mouth. She gulped it down and thanked me. I caressed her hair and held her head over my undies. I made her smell. I could make a case for being a bit despondent, really. That goes away, though, when I call the house on my way home from work and Haley says, “You’re on speaker, baby.” And I hear both of them in the kitchen laughing together. They really are best friends. Just that one of ‘em’s my wife.The three of us were learning how to live together. It takes some doing. For me and Haley, not so much, but including Deena, well, a bit. Haley’s got this delightful habit of coming up behind me and hugging me.. What are we going to talk about next, her periods? Her favorite tampon? He shuddered at the thought.But he sat down on the black leather couch -- noting to himself that he'd only gotten a cloth one; he'd have to talk to his agent about that -- and tried to look interested. After hearing more about how Maury's sperm couldn't beat a one-legged man in a cat-kicking contest, Dan was adding boredom to his discomfort. He tried to cut off her tale of woe."Look, why don't you just forget all this and. The more I felt his hands on me, the more I wanted him to feel me. I rested my hands on his. This seemed very innocence. I started rubbing the top of his hands. Just like any mother would, but I had something different in mind. I looked over at my husband. I liked the idea of my son's hands on me with my husband right there. As I rubbed his hands I tried to move them up my thighs just a little. He didn't give me any resistance. Now his hands were on my skirt with his fingers still on my bare.