You want this night to be over? Here's your chance."Sarah took a deep breath.Sarah felt the cold tile against her back. The man with the camera heldit...out, blocking her view of his face. He clicked a photo and beckonedher to continue. She spread her legs and saw the flash of the camera.She moved her hands downward and saw the flash of the camera. She feltherself for the first time, gasping at the sensitivity of her own touch.Her breasts squeezed between her arms and she saw the flash of. And so an hour passed. They had some beers, I had some cola with sweet liquor in it (they knew from the chat that I liked those and had bought some for me!), we ate some chips. Another hour passed.Over those two hours my focus on sex slowly waned. That might sound bad for a sexdate, but it really wasn't. We realized that we could talk about non-sex related stuff, which was crucial in us becoming friends, which in turn is probably why I still see them regularly years later. And while my focus. The way all the other wives were treating me while I tried to decide had a big part in getting me to agree to having the process done. Every night one of the wives would be in bed with me, and all of them wanted a progress report on whether I'd decided yet or not. The potential for making babies seemed to be a heady aphrodisiac with all the wives. During the whole time I was trying to make a decision, the sex I was getting was more emotionally intense than it had been before.One other thing. “Shhh. Easy. It’s okay, girl.”I held her like that for several minutes before she stiffened and straightened up, when I released her. “Thank you, Master. Thank you.”“Slave!” Sally spoke for the first time.“Yes, Milady.”“Serve us. I need to talk to Master Jerry.”Most of the breakfast was already cooked; it was really only the eggs they’d waited to start. I sat with Sally at the kitchen table. She leaned towards me and spoke very quietly in my ear. “You handled that perfectly, Master. Enid isn’t.