She smiled and pulled back a little and wiped at her tears with the backs of her hands. Then looking at me, she leaned forward and kissed me in a man...ner that was anything but familial!Our tongues behaved as if they had spent decades together, dancing, twirling, teasing and tasting. I moved to stand up and she stood up with me without hardly breaking our embrace. Nothing has ever felt more natural nor more passionate and right in all of the years since her mother died. I was making love to. (MF, reluc-wife, husb-voy, cuck, preg)***John and Carol were determined to enjoy their holiday in Morocco. It was their 5year wedding anniversary present to themselves and at the age of 28yrs, both with successful careers they had plenty to be thankful for.John was hoping the trip might take Carol's mind off the subject of c***dren, since of late she had been dropping more and more hints that it would be good to start the family that they had talked about. John didn't feel ready however for all. “Altered his memories,” I asked. A shiver ran through me that had nothing to do with the weather. Tjen nodded and together, we started across the broad, flat, ugly bridge. Soon, we were at the port itself. I swept my gaze around, looking for any sign of danger. Tjen did likewise, though she kept her shoulders hunched and her cloak tugged forward. There were several large kiosks, where smiling women in fine uniforms took tickets and punched them through great, clicking machines, pointing people. "So you think you want to be My slut do you? You think you have what it takes to please Me? To serve Me? We shall soon find out," He growled. Then, still with a handful of my hair, He pulled me away from the door and half walked/half dragged me across the hotel room. "On your knees slut," He commanded when he reached the chair in the corner of the room. I knelt on the floor as He took a seat. "Now to begin with, remember this position. You will be using it many times over your training," He.