I was not in the best of moods, not for being angry, but for being sad. And not sad because of all that had happened. But sad because of the sorry sta...e of humanity. At least the state of it in Houston the past few weeks.Maybe keeping myself busy doing something would help me out of my doldrums. So I spent the next few hours cleaning my apartment, picking up Jazz's clothes and things and consolidating them in one side of the closet and on the floor in one corner of the bedroom. The tears came. "Fuck it!" I thought to myself. "Two can play at this game." I reached out and took hold of the woman pulling her over towards me. As my wife began kissing the man, I did the same to the woman. I looked over to see the man's bathing suit floating on the surface of the water, bunched up with my wife's purple satin panties. Both of their hands were underwater. At the same time, the woman had slid her hand into my underwear and pulled my cock free, rubbing it up and down. It felt amazing. I had to. ..”“She’s as invested in his happiness as I am in yours,” Carol said. “Don’t ask permission, ask forgiveness.”“And why all the pressure on me?” Margo asked. “You and Kelly ... our staff, the harem...”“Because you’re the hold-out,” Carol replied, “aaannd...”“And what?”“And Jason has expressed his desire for you,” Kelly said. “There was no secret about that while I was with them. They all want you, but most importantly to Donna, her Master wants you.”“For God’s sake why?”Harry lightly thumped her. And that was it.A little over a week later, there was a major bust in the State Department. This was followed a couple of days later by several high profile arrests of street gangs from LA to San Francisco. I received a card in the mail, with no idea how they found out where I was living, and no return address, saying that my dorm room needed some cleaning, but that my fridge had been restocked.The kidnapping problem had been taken care of. There was no drama, nor was there any exciting car.