." Trina paused, either trying to find the right words or trying to heighten Laura's anticipation. "Bill bought us all a house. I'm living out here in...Concord now."Laura smiled. A house. Bill Grantham, Trina's new husband, had really delivered and was giving her what she had longed for, a stable, middle-class environment for herself and her daughter. Laura could hear the pride and satisfaction in Trina's voice."I'm so happy for you," she said. "But it's so far. I feel like you're far away now.". The stable boys are always available to keep her ass and slit clean for her so she does not have to worry about that.Obviously, the main reason for this apparatus is to keep her cunthole accessible for her studs at all times. As the stable boys themselves have been known to make use of the readily available "facilities" she could find herself being used anytime, day or night. To prevent contamination the boys have been instructed to piss in her cunt after each fuck, their piss acting as a birth. So beautiful that sound of heavenly pleasure, such a soft sigh like a sirens song to the sailor. Its intriguing call beckoned me. My eye catches sight of a dim light that I could have sworn wasn't there before is now barely visible through a curtained window. A fan must be inside the room causing the curtains to flutter about the open window, letting light, and sound float out with the passing air. By chance it might even allow the a quick look inside.I'm not that sick sort of guy that peeps in. I was theirs and they could do whatever they wanted to me, and there would be no objections from me or my pervert husband.Neil removed his cock, leaving me somewhat unsteady on my feet. He guided me up the remaining stairs, straight past Tom and into the studio. As soon as I set foot in the studio, the home of some of my most erotic memories, my state of arousal heightened. My nipples were so erect they were in danger of snapping off completely. My pussy was tingling with sexual electric pulses.