Kayla smirked a "Hi" in my direction as she followed Sara down the hallway to her bedroom. I sat on the couch thinking about how sexy Kayla was but at...the same time trying to tell myself that I was old enough to be her dad and that she was Sara's friend. I walked to the bedroom later to ask them if they needed anything to see Sara sitting at the foot of her bed with her legs crossed and Kayla laying on her stomach with her feet in the air writing in a notebook. Kayla looked at me smirking as. He said he woke up not feeling jealous but with a major hard on. He woke up his wife and proceeded to fuck her while telling her his dream explicitly.He said they fantasized about this every time they have sex now, they talked it over and if I wanted to come join them it would be OK. I was a little surprised, but told him as long as it didn't hurt their relationship I would do it. He said he would let his wife know. That was the last I heard about it.About four months later my freshly new. Even though I was cold I still wore silk to bed letting it rub up against my goosepimpled skin hoping the sensation would be distracting. It turned out to be, but not at that moment.I remember being groggy and suddenly waking up feeling hot skin rubbing against me. A hand traveling up and down my thigh and gripping tightly. The hand went under my silk nightgrown and found it's way to my tits with it's perky hardened nipples, a result from the chill. As he is caressing me I feel him getting hard. I still didn't know why Isabella played the games she did, and I still didn't know if the kindness she'd shown me was little rays of the real Isabella shining through the clouds or just more smoke and mirrors, but I knew one thing for certain...when she looked at me with her eyes filled with wet contempt, I knew I'd lost whatever it was we might have had. She could never respect me as a Master now that I'd proven myself the worst kind of coward, the kind that would let someone else suffer in.