Mary was sitting alone on a train, traveling back to town. She was thinking about what happened over the last few days, and what she would tell her hu...band. He thought she had been at a conference for the company, but she had been duped into spending the time with their boss, as his sex toy. She experienced many new things these last few days, both sexually and emotionally. Mary wasn't sure she could, or even wanted to return to the way of life she and and her husband lived.The trip started as. I slept well for the first time the next night. I also gave mayselt three more days to heal. All the scraps had stopped seeping and some were completely scabbed over. I had to rub those with a moisturizer, since they were uncomfortable just from the pulling as the scab as it shrank the skin.The point was that I was getting better. I was Driving more because it was less uncomfortable. The one scrape that didn't want to heal quickly was the one on my face. Probably due to the constant movement as. ” I couldn’t believe that I had just asked that and I was even more surprised by Gary’s response.Amy rejoined us and she saw me smiling; she walked to the kitchen and I followed her.“He said that he is okay if I watch you both making love babe!” I whispered.“Wow, okay; when?” Amy asked.“Maybe we can set something up for Saturday night?” I asked.“I’m okay with that!” Amy shouted with excitement, “That means that I get his cock again all night!”“Yes it does!”“So are we having a threesome?” Amy. She’d initially brought her legs together when they’d positioned her there, but Vice had gently nudged her uninjured leg, and again to his delight she’d spread them open for him - looking at him like she wanted to kill him, of course, but that just made it all the more entertaining.Now that Laurel was done eating her ration, Vice stood and walked over to her. He stood between her legs, the toe of his boot almost touching her pussy.“It’s time for you to do your contribution to the crew, Laurel,”.