Sunday came around, and late that afternoon I was reading in my room. Vicki knocked on the door and poked her head in. "Bye Mikey, see you next w...ekend!" I muttered a goodbye, and she walked out to her dad's car. Just then in registered in my head what exactly she had just said. I stormed into the living room to confront Rebecca. "Hey Rebecca, whats all this about Vicki next weekend!" I said angrily. I wasn't thrilled with the idea of another weekend on the couch everynight. . As Rebecca entered the room, Madame Claire rose to greet her. “So very nice to meet you again” Claire said in the most welcoming voice.Due to the height of her patent leather black heels, Claire had to bend slightly to give the 5’6” Rebecca a kiss on the cheeks. Claire was a strange combination of exquisite manners dressed in vision of cat woman. Rebecca was unsure where all this was leading. Joe offered Rebecca a seat on the loveseat while he and Claire sat on the sofa. A tray of glasses sat. "Finger yourself slut, put on a proper show for us," he whispered into my ear, knowing full well I was in his power, helpless to resist, not even wanting to stop now.Determined to show him how dirty I could be, and being supported by two tormentors in my obscene squatting position, I used one hand to pull myself open, exposing my pink flesh to everyone, while the other finger I wet in my mouth, then used it to circle my sensitive clit. I again closed my eyes, throwing my head back, opening my. While the women rested, Marty and I talked about the events we had just witnessed. You got you some woman there. Old buddy. Shes what we call a Keeper. Who the other one? He asked. Shes my boss. I have been fucking her for 3 years before Vicky and I got married. Shes turned into a sex maninac. Vicky wants me to quit fucking her. Thats why we brought her up here. Hopefully, shell want to fuck the horses more than me. Maybe you can get some of that, too. If you want. I told him. You know me.