“Hey, there, Master!” Dahlia boldly kissed me on the mouth, followed by another one from Marcella.“Well, hello, my Lord! Who is this cutie?” M...rcella gave us a rather lascivious smile.“Dahlia, Marcella, my dears, this is Nina Aram, my former boss,” I introduced, “and you already know Lizzie, of course. Nina, these are Dahlia and Marcella ... my other slaves.”“Slaves? Is that why Lizzie has a collar? They’re ... sex slaves? Is ... Ray your ... slave, too? Are you bisexual, Jack?” Nina’s eyes. This time I just hung, morosely around the perimeters, not prepared to make inane conversation with strangers. I saw my family arrive and go straight into the church. When the coffin arrived I watched from a discrete distance as four burly young men lifted it onto their shoulders. I recognised two of them as her cousins and could see their parents milling around too. I felt a cold anger when I saw the man who had started the saga as he led a weeping woman, whom I presumed was Stephanie's. .. kiss me again?" I asked, the alcohol having dimmed my sense of propriety in this instance."Yes, let's do it again," she said. Our mouths met in such sweet splendor that I almost climaxed. For by that time I was lazily squeezing her breasts and sighing blissfully, for her hand was between my legs lightly fingering me through my panties."I have a hot tub at home." I suggested. "We could relax in it while your dress dries." That's a good idea," Anna said. "Let me make my apologies to my. She stood with her hands on her hips and a scowl on her face. He knew she would forgive him though when she saw him. Don rapidly got out of the car and started around the front of it toward her.Mrs. Stone face showed shock and she pulled her hands to her face covering her mouth. Her eyes took on a haunted, almost frightened look and she said, "Don! What are you doing here? I didn't know you were coming home!"Don grinned at her and said, "Yeah, I didn't tell anyone. I was only granted the leave.