I turned away from him slightly and his palm cupped the cheek of my ass. I felt my boner growing. Tight within my panties. Trapped inside my jeans. Th...is was happening. A man was touching me. I was into it.We were the only people to get out at my floor. Mark walked along with me to my room. My hand brushed against his... like when a teen boy is walking with a girl he likes but doesn't dare to actually try and hold her hand. It was thrilling. Whatever misgivings I might have had in the past were. I really want to be your plaything, your sex slave, your fucktoy, plain and simple. To both of you. I want to be owned by a couple. It’s always been a fantasy of mine, to be the perfect unicorn, the absolutely submissive cum-slut for man and wife alike. I’m not a switch. I’m a natural-born sex slave, period. Please make me your bitch!” Heather encouraged both of us now.“Good, then, then you’ll stay naked whenever we wish it, right? Sometimes all day long. Sound like a plan? I’ll get you inked. Once again, he was in a place he’d never been in a relationship. They hadn’t broken up, but he wasn’t sure what to do that would mean they were back together. It was a kind of limbo and he didn’t like it. What had happened to him, he wondered. When had he gone from not wanting anything serious until after he retired to wanting to fix things with Ryan as soon as possible? And worse, why did it seem unfixable? They’d talked after Ryan had left but they never got anywhere. She was leaving in just. "Oh dad, we have been so worried about you!" What happened?" he demanded in confusion."Ah, so you are awake, Mr Beaumont," the nurse came bustling in and immediately pick up his hand and put her fingers to his wrist to check his pulse."Where am I?" he demanded in a dry irritable voice.The nurse smiled down at him, and then picked up a beaker that was beside his bed. "Here, drink some of this water ... it will help, I promise."She put the straw to his lips, and although he scowled he obediently.