“and not in the mood for a blow job”“What do you want then?”“Don’t know... just bored”“So, you thought you’d bug me? How come you do...’t want me to blow you anyway... has one of your other sluts just done it?”“No... well yes... Cath... but... I was looking at the pics you sent me... you know the ones when you thought I was Nasty”“Fucking bastard... if I had known”“Doesn’t matter now... you are fucking loving being my slut and doing all the things you do”Susie could not deny that her sex life has. So it was that Dale returned home after completing his work of helping to repair New Orleans after Storm Katrina's visit that a message from Robert pinged into his in-box. The message was brief, didn't really say one way or another how his wife was doing but did indicate that she was fine. He read, "Cumquat is soon to be returned to Philadelphia to participate in a special ceremony … and you are formally invited to attend."Dale's first reaction was to recognise that this was another of Robert's. ..special girls with a bit extra..." A bit extra I'll say! Can I see more of this, Shari?" Sandy beamed up at Sharilynn with a lusty smile."Sure. Let's head on back to your place. Is that fine with you, Marilyn?" No prob, ladies. Just let me and you guys get your coats."After the siblings threw on their coats, the trio made their way over to Sandy's apartment. "I'm not too far guys, just a couple blocks away right across the street from campus," Sandy shouted back at Marilyn and Sharilynn. As. ' she patted his warm bum with her handgently. "Dance billy."And she left.He danced, or kept wiggling his bum. his legs shifted slightly, asmuch as the chain and rope allowed, still held to the pipe with therope tied to his collar, he waited for the wash, listening to thecycles... dancing.The washer took about forty minutes to work its way through a wash,billy heard it beep, paused and listened for Krissy, of course shedidn't bound downstairs to free him. He started dancing again, he bestkeep.