‘Now, now. None of that. Our Masters cherish their slaves. They are especially affectionate to their human ones.’I feel a small release of pressur... in my mind, and I’m able to think one clear thought before the lid is screwed tight again. ‘I don’t want to be a slave.’‘Yet slave you are,’ her voice caresses my thoughts. ‘I see from your memories, even before you were gleaned you were a slave. Slave to the search for sustenance, the need for shelter. Slave to those older, stronger, more powerful. And listen. With each thrust he explained more of the rules."A few details, my darling wife. From now on, no pants, jeans, trousers, shorts or slacks. Ever. Clear?" She nodded, as best she could while her face was being fucked. "You will wear skirts or dresses, none coming below mid thigh, and none hiding too much of your cleavage. You have lovely breasts, and I and my friends wish to be able to see at least the top of them even when you are fully dressed."He pulled her off his cock, tilted her. "Don't you feel sorry for anything dear, I loved it, I got off to, but I got to come over and we have got to make love. How long before he gets home?" Who?" Your husband silly, I need you bad, is this the night he comes home late?"It hit me she was trying to get us back on the script or what ever you call it, I knew I had to say something so I said"Yea, we have plenty of time, come over hurry, I need you."Jack yelled "CUT" walking over to me he said "Honey that was the hottest action I have. ..................................................................Our parents decided it would be great to have a family dinner. Unwillingly forced out of my room and sitting across Adrian. Nothing could be more awkward. I picked at my steak as every question was directed at Adrian. They weren't even mad at all that he up and left for three years. I would often steal glances at him when he wasn't looking. It didn't hurt to realize that your brother was one, hot, sexy specimen. I couldn't see.