It was then that I realized that I was agonizing about Cindy so much, that I was neglecting my wife. It was like a slap in the face.I got up and walke...d out to the kitchen and sat down across from Trish."Trish, I'm sorry for how I have been acting lately. I have been so upset about Cindy, that I have been neglecting you. You're my wife and you should be the one that I am worrying about. I guess this is probably the reason that Cindy did what she did."I noticed as I was saying this, the smile was. These slave girls were a novelty but not highly soughtas Acteon men cared very little about the sexual satisfaction of slavegirls. Yontaru slave girls had very short attention spans, unable toconcentrate on tasks unless they were sensory deprived in water, whichrarely happened.As a Yontaru this girl could not even wear simple slave clothes or otheradornments - could hardly even walk without breaking into shudderingorgasms. This body was a perfect receptacle for the studious mastermind ofthe. You enthuse about every room, and I wonder if you’re picturing us doing the same things in them as I’ve been imagining. So many possibilities, so little time.I leave the main bedroom until last and I can tell from the look on your face that you are probably having similar thoughts to mine as you take in the huge bed and its inspiring wooden frame.“Shall I leave you for a bit so that you can unpack?” I volunteer, hoping that you will decline.“That can wait,” you reply with a smile so hot, it. Tearing at their clothes and hair. Falling to their knees. Sobbing and squealing like pigs before slaughter. Amid the tumult, Greyhair and I were still, our eyes calmly fixed together, our brief futures slowly melding into an inexorable singularity. Making a mockery of his slight, hunched frame and thinning curly locks, he athletically leapt the desk, grabbed my bleached hair and forced our mouths together. Before our tongues had even touched, I had his trousers open and my hand in his pants..