She had then told Ted that she was qualified in sports injury treatment and massage and would happily take a look at it for me later that day when she...finished work around 4PM. More to the point she wasn’t going to charge me anything and Ted had accepted her offer on my behalf. So at 4PM I had to be in a bikini top preferably having just had a bath so the muscles and ligaments in my shoulder were warm and loose.So a little before 4PM I got out of the bath wrapping a large towel around me whilst. I looked down and watched his fingers rubbing back and forth along her waxed slit, then two of them disappeared up inside her and she stiffened, groaning, this time very audibly. “Come for me, Adriana, come for me.”She answered him by craning her neck around and kissing him, at the same time humping his fingers. I was… maybe twelve inches away, watching my wife being finger fucked and kissing the guy doing it. Not only kissing but almost desperately kissing him, their tongues back and forth;. I upped the energy a tad and let it fling around even more. That made her part her lips from Emma's. "Oh, feisty lady," she moaned, pushing my head on her crotch again. "Yes, Piper always gets her woman, one way or another, now take my nipple in your mouth," Emma stated. I didn't look yet again and sucked on her lips. I heard her moaning, and I pictured her mouth being full too, but I kept at it like mad. I got that small headache yet again, but I didn't care by then. We went in to suck her. But ultimately, impossibly, the overwhelming physical sensations paled behind the intensity of what we were exchanging on a deeper, more intimate level. Every moment of that was a claiming. My claiming her, my possessing her, my statement through flesh and fluid that I owned her and she was mine, and damn whatever obstacles and roadblocks life had thrown between us. She felt it. She knew it. I saw it there, laid bare in those hauntingly beautiful eyes. She was my slave, and I was her Master. A.