“When I indicate for you to open your legs, like now, I want them over the chair arms.” I did as he indicated and he was correct, I had to slouch...to accomplish it.I smiled at his game, “Is there a point to this, Sir, other than getting a better look at your slut’s pussy?”“That’s about it, slut. But, it is affirming to see how wet your pussy becomes from these little sessions.” I smiled. It was approving or obedience. It was merely acceptance. “Now, what had me so excited … I got wind of a. She said yes a threesome with another guy. wow I didn't know if she was just k**ding me or was serious. However when she said this to me my heart jumped and my cock went hard almost immediately which she felt against her thigh. she asked if the idea had turned me on to which I said "yes", however she said that it is only a thought and wouldn't mention again if it upset me but its my own fault as I did ask her and she wanted to be honest with me. All week whilst at work I couldn't get the. " he assured her, using her favorite term of endearment. Hanging up the phone, she continued watching the playback of the taped incident that the whore had recorded. There was a weird, localized static phenomenon localized around the alien slut on the taped images playing through the VCR, unlike anything Sarah had ever seen before. She looked like an incredibly attractive, highly fertile woman who was young enough to be in college, but it was as if the videotape... was rebelling the command to. The last of the rum was in their glasses. Helen's long auburn hair had worked it's way out of it's bun and tumbled down her shoulders. She was chewing on a strand of it absentmindedly."You know what the worss part abou it is?" Helen asked."Wassat?" Sylvia asked."No sex!" she declared.Sylvia stared."Gawd, Helen! Of course their havin' sex! Wassa point of an affair if yer not gonna have sex?" No,no,no" Helen said, wagging a drunken finger. "I mean me! I haven't gotten laid in like ferever! Robert.