We still have trouble believing that part ourselves, but recent success appears to confirm it, wouldn’t you say?” I grinned.“Call me Malcolm. I ...on’t think that you have to guess as to why. Malcolm Philip Ward, for the record,” the chairman smiled now with considerable relief.“I’m Adam Clarke. The Prophet. These are some of my people, starting with my wives, Autumn, Hannah, and Xia Delan Clarke. This is Dr. Anwyn Slater, a recent professor of history at West Virginia University. This is her. Don't you dare come anywhere near me. Oh, Fuck."Rebecca had dropped back almost lying flat along my legs but she was still very enthusiastically fucking back and forward on my cock. So telling me not to come anywhere near her was a bit difficult. We had been fucking for a long time already and despite the discomfort of having a very hard cock pulled downwards the way it was, Rebecca's cunt muscles were so strong and she was exerting so much pressure on my cock that I couldn't help it and came. I also brought Tricia flowers, message being that just because she was apparently my slut, didn’t mean that I thought less of her for being so, or that sluts (or slut wives, for that matter) somehow didn’t need a little token of affection now and then. I wondered how she would react to that. I needn’t have doubted. Tricia met me at the door with a very wet, sloppy, brazen tongue kiss (it turned out that she wasn’t discreet at all and her neighbors were well aware of her slutdom). She smelled. "The ladies commenced with their lovemaking, and proceeded with ardor. Ariana broke the spell, remarking, "Let's amuse ourselves first with these wretches."The three slaves were first used as human ashtrays, and then their cages were unlocked and they were ordered to masturbate. Having been in chastity for over a month, the slaves were quick to climax. They then, as ordered, licked up each other's semen and resumed their positions on their knees.A pegging session ensued, both ladies mounting.