I’m not sure what this will do to my marriage, but I no longer care. I’ve realized that even an open marriage pales next to a lifetime of service ...o my owners. I really want to be your plaything, your sex slave, your fucktoy, plain and simple. To both of you. I want to be owned by a couple. It’s always been a fantasy of mine, to be the perfect unicorn, the absolutely submissive cum-slut for man and wife alike. I’m not a switch. I’m a natural-born sex slave, period. Please make me your bitch!”. Now I know what mom wanted. She wanted me to fuck her. I was overjoyed. I had never had this feeling about my mom in the past. But it is that what she wanted, I was happy to oblige her and have a sexual experience with my mother.I asked her, “Neetu, now I know why you woke me up in the midnight and why you have put on your sexy attire. You want me to fuck you, right?”Mom laughed and said, “You are very clever, son. You have hit the nail. That’s exactly I had in mind for days. I was waiting for. Tashun with another project involving his niece, Reese? "Hello, Marcus speaking." If I didn't know better, I'd think you were avoiding me." It was Andy.Shit! "No, of course not. So how's work?" Great! Way cool customers with radical projects that push my limits. Remember those concepts and techniques we used to discuss over dinner? Well, I'm using them on a daily basis. I should probably be sharing some of my salary with you. Not!"I'd shared his girl friend, why not his source of income? "Glad. I 've been told I have a great body too. One Saturday night I met my match when I went out to this bar in the city. I was wearing a black short skirt with thin see through silk blouse. I had some of my cleavage showing through my blouse.I wore these leather black high heels with a circular front. They were sexy 2 inch heels.I sat on the end of the bar and ordered one of their Margaritas. The bartender, Brandi, came back with my Margarita. Naturally I paid, and then smiled back and tipped her. I.