“If I was a man, I’d say you’ve given me a permanent hard-on. Instead, I’ve been wet almost since the moment we met! You are the best lover I�...�ve ever had…and my friend. You make me feel safe, and appreciated.”Then she straightened up, looked at me coquettishly through her eyelashes, “And I love being your fucktoy!”I laughed, much relieved. “You’re a slut, Sara.”She looked up at me and smiled, “I’m a filthy fuckin’ slut, Master!” Her whole body flushed and she impulsively kissed me.“It’s a good. I didn't evenacknowledge my sweat covered body and breasts as I just layed there in myown mess.Roger was quick in the shower and quicker still getting dressed. He wasout the door with a quick return to the bedroom to steal a kiss from mylips. The action had given me butterflies, which I despised myself for.With him gone, I went about my own morning routine. Bathroom, shower,dress for the day and prep to leave on my own errands. I had a mysteriousappointment later that afternoon and I had no. My wife crawled up on my chest. Kissed me on the lips and said we’ll see. Then she said she was going to take a shower and get dressed. When she was to return she demanded I have not only a hot cup of coffee for her but she wanted breakfast in bed. Then she kissed me again. Said I Live You. Then she crawled off my naked body and I watched her as she walked out the room and headed towards the shower.I laid in bed for about one minute. My crotch was on fire. Than I remembered she said breakfast. As her sweet young sweat and juices were dripping on the floor, two large penises were put in front of her young and beautiful face, tempting her with a pang of sudden hunger.She had forgotten how long it has been since her capture. All she knew that she had been fucked every hour, every day, by many men. They had violated and explored every inch of her young, fit body, defiling it with liters of sperms. They have forced the dirtiest, sickest fantasy on her, teaching her things that would make.