”“What will you do when this is all finished?” he asked.“It will just be over ... won’t it?” she asked, her eyes widening.“I suppose tha...’s up to you ... and Annie,” he said.“You’re so strange,” she commented. “Most men would be jealous.”“How can I possibly be jealous, when my wife comes to me insane with passion?” he smiled. “You’ve become an even better lover, my dear.”“Because I love you,” she said, kissing his shoulder.“True,” he mused. “But also because he excites you. I get the benefit of. Thank you again," she said, and then she left the munch herself.Once the disruption was over, the room returned to its activities and the evening went on as usual. Pet and I stayed for a couple more hours and then made our exit and went home. On the way home pet asked about the evening. "Master, I am glad you stepped in on that Mistress and her slave." Yes, it was getting too serious. No one should Dom or sub while they are intoxicated. It's just too risky–such a lack of judgment can cause. The multitudes of frisky male strangers who teased her lush body with their stiff cocks each morning were ignored with stoic disregard. Yet, they often helped her to achieve a semblance of internal satisfaction of her female parts. Many a morning, she had trudged up the subway steps with a large wet spot in the center of her frilly panties.Only this afternoon on the way home she had been covered from behind by a rather large black gentleman with what felt like a large tent pole between her. Things were so quiet, in fact, that Janet decided that she wanted to go into town. She had been isolated from the community for so long that she was "going crazy."It looked safe enough, so Jason agreed as long as Juanita stayed back at the ranch to care for little Jason. Juanita was willing, so an expedition was made up to trek the few miles to Buzzard Flats. This time, besides Janet and Jason, there were eight bodyguards plus Hector to drive the wagon. Everybody was sure that Janet was going.