” She thought to herself as she curled back up with his pillow, burying her nose into it, as she could smell his hair as she drifted back off to sle...p. He gave her a few minutes, just long enough so he figured she was back to sleep, walking into the house into their room he places all but one rose on her pillow, kissing her softly on the cheek he walks back out to the kitchen where he proceeded to make her breakfast (French Toast, Bacon, Orange Juice, Tomato Juice, and Coffee). He knew that was. She knew I came from a conservative and religious family, and that, like them, I had been a little grossed out by homosexuality growing up. I was taught that it was a sinful and disgusting thing, and this had played no small part in my struggle to accept my own sexuality. However, I was definitely not against it now. “Oh no, Shelby, I’m cool with it. It just throws me off a little bit. But totally okay. What does she look like? Short hair and gym shorts?” I tried to joke. My friend gestured. Petting his two well trained slaves on their head he noticed two women standing at one of the corners of the room facing the well. "I take it my next meeting is ready for me sluts?" Adam asked his slavetaries, both replaying with a quick "yes headmaster" before Jessica added "shall I prepare them for you master?", a flick of Adam's head to the two slaves at the corner was all the answer she needed, shaking her ass from side to side as she crawled on all fours towards the two while Adam walked. "What a minute," I cried. "You can't go to sleep. What about me? I justgave you an orgasm. When do I get my turn?"My wife chuckled, her eyes closing, heavy with sleep. "You've had yourturn... for the last 13 years. The next 13 years... it's my turn. Thisis a little payback for all the nights you had your orgasm and went tosleep, and didn't care one bit about satisfying me." But I thought I was pleasing you! You admitted you were faking it allthose years. This is just completely unfair!"Jody.