‘Glad to meet you, Brad.’ ‘Likewise, Chris,’ Brad replied. The trip home was quiet, until we were about 15 minutes from the house. A song sta...ted on the radio, ‘Far Away,’ by Nickelback. Unbidden, the tears started again. Just tears, fortunately. I felt my husband’s arms close around me, and he gently wiped my eyes. ‘I’m here with you, Hannah. I’m home,’ he whispered. Brad steered into the driveway and parked. He got Chris’s kit bag from the trunk while Jennifer and I escorted him into the. He began running his other hand between my legs and kissing me deeply and passionately. His hand and fingers reached my pussy and I knew my panties were totally sopped with my own love juice. “I think this is the perfect setting for a nice outdoor fuckfest. Would you agree sex slave?” I moaned my agreement. Not giving a care that four strangers were playing the third season of the symphonic arrangement near us. Master stripped me down to my red matching bra, panties and garter and began kissing. I want to you to too, so do, lets go to your room sweetie. Ryan grabbed Jennas hand and led her into his bedroom and pulled her on the bed with him. He started kissing her again, gently at first and with increasing passion as their clothes started to come off. He was in his black boxers and had her down to her matching lacy, red bra and panties in no time at all. He kissed down her neck and bit down very gently into her soft flesh and licked at the skin between his teeth. Then he felt her hand. You might seehim dead, but certainly not alive." "How do I know you're telling the truth? Anyone can call and say theyhave my husband. It doesn't mean anything." "Would you like to speak to your husband and hear it from him?" "Yes, I would," I say hoping to call this prankster's bluff. There is a shuffling in the background and then my husband is on the phone. "Gwen, honey, this is Bill." "Oh my God, Bill, are you alright?" "For the moment, sweetheart, but I don't want you to listen to him. He.