Maybe she just gets bored, I don't see how. You see, although we didn't have a baby yet, we did have an addition to the family about 2 months ago.When...we talked on the internet, sometimes we would fantasize about having a sex slave. Well we didn't want a ?slave' so to speak. So we decided to find a girl who was willing to be a slave but we told her she wouldn't be treated like dirt. I call her our ?sex maid'. She cleans and cooks, looks after the house when we are out, and she even drives us. The reverend was delighted to hear of my healthy son. He recommended three women with daughters who might suit a pig farmer. All were poor. It seems it would not be my son who attracted a potential bride, but the farm's income.Heading to the first home, a short walk from town, I passed the dressmaker's shop. I gritted my teeth, determined to purge it's nasty keeper from my thoughts. Fighting them, I remembered something. I counted the days. Fortune had either blessed or cursed me to return here. Dominican lookin wih nice hair and kinda in shape..so i didnt smile or anything but i jus turned bak around as if nothing happened...when he saw me look then not say anything i could almost immediately feel his dick get harder..and it was kinda filling my crack and still goin almost touching my thighs..he was hung like a bull...so i squeeze my cheeks together grippin his dick wit my ass crack..i did that for about 2minutes straight...i know he wanted to fuk da shyt outta me after that..hell j. ”Scarlett shrugged, “I don’t care. I love you. If I get burned at the stake, it’s for a good cause – polyamory. Speaking of that, could I cajole you into a little time right now? I’m feeling very loving about you.”Dave smiled, stood, and took Scarlett’s hand.The big bed was empty when they reached his master bedroom. He closed the door, something they’d started doing since the younger children came and went on his second floor.Dave figured that Scarlett’s moan of happiness as they merged could.