Rang my bell. Not one of those guys you see on the front cover of a romance novel. His muscles don't bulge, but he's not fat, he's just fit-looking. A...d the short hair and blue eyes. And when he smiles, he gets these little crinkles in the corners of his eyes. And he smiles a lot. And brings me right along with him. So that's the physical attraction. Not one of those wormy faux-poet/musician types. Not one of those 'full of himself' jock types. Just MY Tim. Knows who he is. And comfortable with. That is appropriate for consensual games, I suppose." She looks as one who is genuinely considering the point; as though she had not reflected on the matter before. Then she puts the thought to one side as interesting but in the context of now, irrelevant. "But this is not a consensual game anymore. This is reality. Reality needs the real word. The real word in Russian for a female slave is Rabinya. You are now rabinya." The word is bluntly spat out. It sounds like a bluntly efficient word, a. Timmy dropped his dung covered hanky on the pile of faeces and then tucked the panties with the last brown marks on them into his pocket. He realised that having cum heavily he now need to pee badly. Sally I have to pee he told her. She smiled at him Hey can I hold your prick and point it while you do it ? she asked. Timmy put her hand onto his softer penis and started to piss as Sally pointed the stream at her shit. Timmys urine made the pile steam more and Sally shook his cock as he finished.. It was his turn to moan now, 'suck it for him' said a voice that I quickly realised was mine, Suck him now.She didn't need telling again and quickly went down on all fours and took him into her mouth. I now got my own cock out and began to wank over the amazing scene before me. I moved round to my wife's ass and with blissful joy sank my cock into her now soaking wet cunt for the first time in a year.I pumped away into her thinking it wudn't take long for me to cum, but I couldn't see what was.