The sun lit up her skin with a golden glow. It lit up every little accent on her skin. I looked at her gorgeous face at peace in her sleep then down...her chest to her large curving breasts then down her trim stomach to her vagina. It was bare and smooth; her inner lips stuck out and glistened in the sun. Down her legs my eyes moved over her soft sensual skin. I watched her chest rise and fall with her breathing for a minute. Then I decided to get up and do something special for her. I. "You girls can go home, I'll be alright. I talk with you tomorrow after I talk to your dad. Susan, thank you for picking me up, I appreciate it. I know you have to head back to school. Thank you both for being here and Paul, thank you for carrying in my suitcases." There she was playing the victim again, poor, poor Mary. I've seen it so many times through the years.I kissed the girls goodbye and told them I would keep in touch. I wanted them to know I wouldn't be staying married to their mother. She had no idea how long she had been out for the count but vaguely remembered Tom’s words before she passed out.She felt frightened and didn’t understand quite what he had meant? She cried out in the space before her feeling very nervous now.She struggled with the ropes at her wrists but they were well bound and she realised there was no escape.At that moment a door opened at the side of the room and Tom appeared, Lisa was shocked to see he was naked and had a smile on his face that renewed. In a way, they weren’t wrong. One guy living with four incredibly hot party girls? The dream. I always saw it in their eyes when they found out. The envy when they learned who I lived with. Without fail, they joked about wanting to switch places. To live my life for a week or three. I would always give them a polite chuckle, mentally rolling my eyes and wondering what they would think if I offered to take that offer. Once upon a time, I too thought I would be living the dream. A private harem.