Everyone greeted me with smiles and lots of hugs, handing me dizzily from one set of hands to the next. The last person to congratulate me was the big...redhead from earlier. George wasn't around this time to separate us. She picked my shaky body up and physically carried me to a bedroom, then ditched the muumuu and buried me beneath her ample physical charms.** ** ** I woke up in my own bed, in my own house, sleeping in my boxers, just as usual. I looked over at my clock alarm - it was 7:00 in. Susan chuckledagain. Of course she noticed the driver was looking at her. Hewas young and not looking particularly clean. A fewideas and images passing through her head sent apleasant impulse down her spine. Remembering that thosesame ideas, albeit probably in a censored form shouldbe forming in her husband’s head at exactly the sametime made her feel even better.Dressing like a slut to piss your husband off is hardlya sin, or even a crime. It’s not even something onewould call eminently. He liked what he saw and told me so. Sam was a big man. He stood 6’6”, and weighed 240 pounds, and it was all muscle wrapped in dark ebony skin. He was enthralled by the stark contrast of our skin, and I found it very erotic.“Shall we get started?” Sam asked, and I nodded. He smiled, a lecherous smile, then he ushered me down the hallway and into his bedroom.The moment we entered the bedroom, Sam said, “Your body belongs to me, Serena. “You’re mine to do with as I like. To tease. To please. You. ."I NP-clamped Donna's mouth shut, before "before" emerged. Some of our guards were nearby, so I couldn't say much; but "Grrr!" proved to be sufficient. Donna was still looking ashamed when the media arrived.I'd been hoping that some of the reporters would come running at me, so the Guardian could appear and deal with them in a memorable way, but our guards had the reporters under too much control. That alone should tell you how good our guards are.We're experienced enough in doing these.