The only thing I could do would be to follow Anala’s guidance and make sure that I was completely truthful and honest with Jessica. There was just o...e fly in the ointment - Stephanie.Bethany could, most likely, deal with a once-a-year thing if that’s what was going to happen. I doubted that Jessica could, and there was no way I was going to broach that subject with her in this lifetime in this universe. That said, Stephanie had left things more or less in my court, so to speak, so I could, if. Her hair fell in white-gold strands about her shoulders, obviously bleached from her natural black, and she looked all the more exotic and lovely for it. The leis about her neck were made of orange and white flowers, and I could see gold rings piercing her brown nipples as the necklaces of flowers shifted about."Aloha," she gushed, pulling a lei over her neck and draping it over mine, then her body melted against me as she kissed me passionately; flowers and tits crushed against my chest. "I am. "Tut tut Master, you should know better than that. You must only speak when spoken to. Understood?"He hissed against the burning, lingering pain of her brutal assault but nods quickly. "Yes Mistress." Good. After all, you must set a good example for our slave," she said, calling his attention to the foot of the bed where their new plaything stood meekly wearing little but a translucent frilly apron, the standard choker and the marks of her training across her soft caramel skin, eyes wide behind. That way it's safer than getting into a strange vehicle. She'll always calls if she is going to stay after work and have sex. That way I don't worry when she isn't home by midnight ( her normal time ). There are not many things in this world sexier than me having my wife come in the door carrying her danskin and pantyhose in her purse. All she will have on is her T-shirt and tennis shoes. Her pussy is shaved totaly bare and most of the time it shows shinny on the insides of her thighs. I asked.