I think about the sex we had last evening. Before Mary and Bart made me their slut, I used to call sex with my husband ‘love making’. I suppose I ...use that term because of my prim and proper upbringing, but now that I have been fucked by a multitude of men over the last forty eight hours an act I can hardly call love making if for no other reason due to its violence and passionate need. However sex with Angel is like mating in the clouds.I slid quietly out of bed and move to the glass door and. Danger was much easier than sex. “This is a very bad idea,” she said flatly.“Fuck you.” The man stepped back and waved his hand past his head. The horseman behind him turned his mount in a tight circle and went the other way. The rope went taught. The horse leaned further. The chain strained and then popped. Janie flinched.The man in the overlarge suit pushed the door open. Janie didn’t fight him. She just stepped back.“I am a Sister of the Magistrate,” she said calmly.“Sure, Sister, and I’m. "That sounded pathetic. The two of them exchanged a wide-eyed glance and went into the living room. I shut the door and followed.Dave was still sitting in the armchair, a sleepy, satisfied smile plastered on his face. His jeans were zipped and buttoned once again.Harriet was sitting on the floor, still, in just her bra, her top dismissed and forgotten about to one side. There was a tiny clear line of saliva - or maybe semen - at the corner of her mouth. Her face and neck were a dark red colour,. Tom was watching the gauges and noticed that the starboard engine was running at 100 rpm less than the port. I dropped the port engine back to match and found the wheel was free from pull. It was going to take some experimenting to find the ideal settings. I could tell right from the start that this boat felt more lively than Captain's Choice and handled much more nimbly. Whether it was the fibreglass hull or the weight distribution or something else entirely, it just felt lighter and quicker.I.