I released my bladder and she swallowed my pee readily. When I finished, she licked me clean and sat up. I rose from the bed on somewhat shaky legs an... moved to the bathroom. She followed me and knelt there. "Rise, Slave. You are the nominal hostess. See that anyone still here is happy and let's get some breakfast started." She got up and went out into the rest of the house.I quickly showered and shaved. I pulled on a pair of boxers and went out to the rest of the house. There were naked bodies. I was twenty-four and Brandi was twenty-two. We went out a few times, but never got serious. Too much partying and too many d**gs caused me to go down hill really fast in my senior year of college. I was spending my dad’s money and having a great time. My final semester I got booted out for poor grades. My dad had finally gotten tired of my antics and told me that I was on my own. I pulled a few strings with some people I knew and got into commercial real estate. I had been selling commercial. I didn't think of Mark, or my marriage, or the life we'd built together. It wouldn't do me any good. And I'd decided to let myself enjoy this. We would get this out of our system and Mark would never know. We could face each other indifferently in the future.A big part of me knew this was all wrong, that I was convincing myself of the truth I wanted to believe rather than the plain truth itself.I'd left Mark a voicemail that I was going to a new yoga class. Would he believe me? Probably.Doubt. "Hello," I manage to stammer. "I'm John. You must be Doe." I am. You must be my long lost uncle. It's a pleasure to meet you, Uncle John," she says, kissing me on the lips and wrapping her arms around me."The pleasure's mine," I say, returning the kiss and hug. "Now how about we go to the bar and get to know each other better?" Sure," she replies, winking at me. "I know what you want from the look in your eyes." Grabbing my hand, she leads me to the bar and orders a drink for her, and I order a.