Salima was working late that day, so I arranged to pick her up from work at about eight on my way back from the gym, and we'd drive down together. On ...hursday, as fate would have it, I got into a zone working out, lost track of time, and didn't have time to change from my gym shorts and vest for fear of being seriously late for our meeting. As I pulled up in my Ferrari a fashionable five to ten minutes late, she looked me in the eye, smiled, and stepped into the passenger seat. "Nice car," she. Over her shoulder, he could see the wide eyed desire in the pretty woman, as moans of rising sensation filled the bedroom. Her hips were writhing at her husband's face, even as he found himself humping wildly into the brunette's tight but pulsating ass.He heard the two finish rhapsodically, as Sylvia seemed to go into a euphoric trance, mumbling "Yes, yes, yes my darlings." He could feel the mysterious flow of energy into his lover's body from the two as they slumped dazedly. His fucking of the. ”I looked at him, my jaw still slightly agape, but I could say nothing about what I had just seen. How does a teenage girl respond to seeing that her mother was a willing sex slave to an extremely rich man?Frank looked at me very pointedly and asked, “Do you want to stay here?”I took a deep breath, “I do, but does that mean...”He held up a hand, cutting me off.“No, I’m not going to make you a full-fledged slave like your mother was. You are actually very free to choose, but it’s more that if. "That's not a verb," Meredith protested.He ignored her. "Oh, now what am I going to do." Go back to your right hand?" said Meredith, grinning."Excuse me! What sort of barbarian do you think I am?" Brandon said. "I use my left hand for that!"Meredith gave a dramatic sigh. "Well, lesbianized or not, I suppose I can't leave my lawfully-wedded husband all high and dry like this. I'd better do something about it."She reached for the fastener of his jeans and extracted his penis, already semi-hard..