Lyle was actually quite pleased to watch the sleeping beauty while his sponsor and fellow concubine went through their initial medical screening. It g...ave him a chance to figure out his new surroundings and think about what his new situation. He had committed himself, strictly speaking, to a life of chattel slavery, and he knew it.Then again, from where he stood, it was a move up from his previous life as a henpecked and sexually frustrated husband. Madeline had long since lost whatever appeal. I gathered my things and stood up. She grabbed my arm and led me out to her car. We got in and she drove off. She lived, like, really far away! OMG! Is she going to take me home? Am I going to be stuck at her house after she does whatever it is she’s going to do to me?After like, I dunno, FOREVER!, she pulls into her driveway. We get out and go inside her house. Once she closed the door and locked it, she turned to me and said, “Take off your clothes. Every last stitch.” I obeyed without even. Miranda kept the beer flowing and became increasingly loud and salt-of-the-earth, the Spanish music pouring out of an old CD player in what seemed to me an endless stream of the same thing. She was good company, though, and eventually we were dancing cheek to cheek in the warm, smoky dusk. Miranda was warm and womanly. She cuddled and rubbed herself against me and her hands roamed my back. She certainly wasn't playing hard to get and I wondered if that was because we had escaped from the tiny. It certainly was an exciting sight, but when he said so all these wankers can see, I did take a look around and there was indeed more than just me and them. there had to be at least 4 of us. I hadn't noticed any of them when I stumbled in. Perhaps this was a usual show. never the less I was suitably excited and took hold of my rock hard erection and wanked off to the show of her cleaning his cock with the tip of her tongue. And she certainly did a good job.It was some weeks later that I.