Then she suggested they could take their ‘punishment’ somewhere else more prone to host a threesome.“I don’t think the kitchen floor is the be...t place for us to have fun, boys. We need to take it to the bedroom, right Davie?”“As your wish, sweetheart!”“Well, I don’t fuck a married girl at her marital bed since long, but I can’t refuse the invitation”“I knew it. And besides that, it will be a prize for you two fixing my sink, Life isn’t only suffering…”, the redhead said naughtly grinning.***And. " The man thanked her and quickly made his way through the alleyways to where he'd left his car on the other side of the block. Getting in he was about to start and leave when he heard another, different voice in his head. The man thought back, he wasn't stupid he knew this wasn't Bast or Sekhmet. Probably one of their half sisters he thought. The man thought back. Came a genuine sound of surprise. The voice said again sounding innocent and sincere. The man shot back. There was a sudden. I moved among the robed and turbanned men and the dark robed women haggling over prices in the open courtyard and made my way to the cool of arches where the slaves were shackles and a few men and fewer women admired the merchandise.My eyes adjusting to the gloom of the arches revealed a number of stalls that sold the slaver's essentials, straps, chains, dildos in wood and ivory, even what looked like a rampant rabbit carved from teak hidden away from prying eyes.I looked at the merchandise,. It all happened for me a long time back on a warm summer's Saturday, down Portabello beach. It was windy and mother, I and my older sister set down our beach towels, with a wind break screen, like an opened out deck chair, a wooden folding frame with bright rainbow coloured fabric.As the beach filled mother and sister went off to the ice cream vendor's van some ten minutes walk, leaving my sprawled out on the towel. I lay on my side with my back pressed against the coloured fabric as I watched.