I was like a little school kid asking my first girl out on a date. "But if you don't want to I understand." Listen I did not walk all the way out here... to just turn around and go back. I'm in a hurry and have to go soon. If we're going to do this lay down on your back."I laid down on the ground as she took a small pocket flash light out of her pocket and turned it on. "I want you to enjoy looking at my pretty ass." With that she dropped the flashlight next to my head and stood over it so I had. Therewas no doubting in my mind that I was now slutty, voracious Rebecca,here dressed in this hot scarlet lingerie, my similarly scarlet lipswrapped around the tasty, hard cock-clitty of my similarly transformedtwin, my hands running across the soft silk of "her" white stockingswhile her own hands caressed the lumps beneath her blue chiffon dresswhere her breasts would be. I could taste her salty pre-cum glisteningmy lips and could tell that she wouldn't be able to hold back for muchlonger from. They need to know that you still need them. Not so much sexually, but emotionally.I guess that's the one part of the whole concubine system that I agree needs to be fixed. Our concubines have to trust that we'll always want them around, but it can't be just about sex. I think they instinctively know this because I've watched all of the concubines on Trinary Island, and there is a huge amount of emotional vulnerability they display especially when their owner is returning after being away.I know. Fucking her hard. He trusted into her. Her breast swayed, keeping pace with the rhythm. He pounded her. I was jealous. Jealous that was son was fucking someone other than me. My hand reached between my own legs. I masturbated as I watched him fuck Angie. “Did I say you could finger yourself slut,” he said to me. Slut? I wasn’t a slut. Was I?“Get here, spread your legs so this slut can lick your slut cunt. Now slut,” Alfie commanded. I did as I was instructed. “What are you Angie, who are you.