Then I grabbed her at the waist and tossed her over my shoulder. I carried her through the great room towards her bedroom. I caught the whole image as...I passed the massive mirror that hung near the front door. Then I turned her to face the front door, the sunlight providing all the light I needed to admire her sweet cunt in the mirror as she laid draped over my shoulder. "What are you doing Howdy?" Barb asked, knowing we were near the front door. "I'm looking at a reflection of your gorgeous. Since she had been instrumental in setting the situation up, she was pleased with the outcome."I know she is a virgin, but I don't think you should hold back on introducing her to all that is involved in being your submissive little slave slut," she told me with a grin. "Make sure you give her a good workout. By the way, there is no time like the present, so why don't you start with her now."I agreed with her assessment of the situation, but went on to tell her what I had agreed with Heather."I. Okay, there." "Holy Shit. You know? If Suzi and I ever get married, at least I know our kids will be hung." "Fuck you.... Heh. I guess well have to stop saying that to each other unless we mean it." "What she doin'?" Joey said, almost alarmed. "Ah Fuck.. She's gonna do it. Should I stop her?" "Too late. He sees her. Shit, it's big. You know what this means.." "Yeah... It's only a matter of time before she gets tired of our little things and gets her brother's.... Ohh shit... I don't know if I. " I say so."Kiss. Dazzling smile. "Then it's so. Should I put coffee on?" Let's see what they want," I said."I shall be a gracious hostess," she smiled.Our place is not untidy, but Jo made a quick pass touching things up. The doorbell rang. She peeked through the peephole, then opened it.Male voice. "Is this where I can find Randall Jackson?" Yes it is," Jo chirped. "Please come in."A six-something, fortyish guy came into the living room with what was apparently a refugee from a preserve for.