I detected a movement out of the corner of my eye, and a low voice spoke into my ear. "So, who owns you?"I looked to my left, my eyes widening slightl.... A pretty brunette was pulling herself onto the stool beside me. "What did you say?"She looked me directly in the eyes, and said, "I asked who owns you?" In a lower voice, she added, "Slut."I gasped slightly at the last word, but met her gaze, and asked, "What makes you think that someone owns me? Or that I'm a slut?"She laughed a little in a. In reality, Joey had taken the lesser of two evils. By taking the younger ones, he left me with the responsibility of making sure the older ones took their showers. Because they were old enough not to really need someone to monitor their showering, it was only required for someone to do so the first night. It was a stupid rule, but a twelve year old had gotten scalded before my time, so they kept the rule even though it couldn't happen any more. I wondered if that was the reason we always ran. Her pile of dirty clothes was on the floor. It was a few days worth of clothes, but I knew she had worked out today. I looked through the clothes and found her sweaty sports bra and panties. I rubbed the bra on my cock while I found the stinky crotch of the panties. The panties were very damp and smelled very strongly of cunt, sweat, and piss. I wrapped the bra around my cock and furiously jerked as I inhaled the smells of my wife's fuckhole. They were crusty and I could smell a big difference. " I said, actually regrettingit."Are you sure we can't find an accommodation?" She asked raising oneexquisite eyebrow."I will not sell out one of my clients. If your ex-husband stolesomething from you then you need to go to the police. If it's anartifact maybe the Guild can help you recover it. But I can't do whatyou're asking." At this I stood up and walked toward my desk.I was about half way there when I heard her say."I'm sorry too, oh, would you have a look at this?"I turned around in.