Grace takes Ryder’s face in her hands, the black leather pressing against his cheeks while they kiss, her dark red lipstick cover lips leaving their...mark across his lips. He can feel the soft fabric of the mask against his face and he continues to swell as this dominant woman has her way with him. As they kiss, her gloved hands move their way down his chest, feeling every pectoral muscle, every abdominal muscle that press against his tight white t-shirt. They moan passionately when they. We respect her, we love her, she lives with us, she tends to us, and we all take care of each other.”“Take care of…” Allison said, trying to get to the point of her question.“If one of us is sick, the other two are there. If one of us is sad, the other two are there. And yes, we are intimate with each other.”“Yes, we are! Mistress” Scarlette chimed in bringing the two ladies a pitcher and two salt rimmed glasses on a tray.“She thinks you are cute by the way” Lacey told Allison while pouring the. "We ended up dressing and going out, again with few words between us. We had been swept away. I took her to The Sage Woodfire Tavern, a place out the metro area and quiet. They always had a light jazz playing or a live jazz soloist to set the mood. I had a favorite booth there and Gus the owner could usually get it for me if I wanted to wait. This day I was lucky, they were just cleaning it and it was just before the dinner crowd. I let him pick Greek wine for us and ordered a house specialty. . Sam loves ham. She absolutely adores it. The smell, the taste, the texture... the flavor. It all forms this obsession she has."Carly, do we have any ham?" Sam asks, sticking her head in the fridge.I admired her ass in the air, wiggling suggestively. It reminded me of last night. We almost had sex. But Sam's ham craving got in the way and we stopped before it could get too far. So here I am, hot and horny and staring at a girl's ass."Check the fridge," I reply, leaning against the kitchen.