" Sally continued, "I ask only that my dear Harry, who I do truly love, shall continue to be treated fairly and with respect. That I am a slut is my s...hame and mine alone. Harry should not suffer because of the fire that burns between his wife's legs." Save only for these two small favors, I do freely acknowledge and agree that henceforth I am Boss Bob's mistress, slut and whore."All this was more eloquence than I would have believed Sally was capable. I understood now why she had been lost in. I pinched, squeezed and played with her breast and nipple while my other hand moved from the soft rubbing of her ass.I continued to play the asking game.I said, “Have you ever had a patron finger your pussy?”“Never,” she squeaked.“Would you like me to?”“Yes! Yes, please,” she begged.I let go of her nipple and slowly slide my finger down across her tummy, over her shaved mound until my fingers reached the top of her womanhood. I gave it a little love smack. she squeaked again. I started rubbing. .make my dick real slick and then oil up your asspussy. I'm gonna fuck you like you're my real bitch today...' When I had done as he wanted Bruce had me lay on my back and raise my legs. Bruce crawled between my thighs and guided his rock hard shaft to my oil slick anus. Once his rubbery rock hard penile head touched my anal opening Bruce slipped his arms under my shoulders and held me tight as he entered my bung. For the rest of the day Bruce had sex with me nearly four hours straight Bruce. For once you were grateful for the mask covering your face. It surely was helping to hide your look of sheer incredulity.You stare at the window for several more seconds, blinking tightly several times to see if it would fade or go away. It does not. “A quest has been issued. Will you accept it?” The voice comes once more, seeming as if it will continue to ask until you give it one response or another.Fuck it. I accept. You think the response, picking up on how it had responded to your thought.