.. Elisabeth, this does mean that you have to sign the contract like the rest of us and submit ultimately to my authority. It also means picking a spo...use and at least one official paramour. There’s only one single man left here: Roger Stanfield. He has no blood ties to you. I suggest, nay I command, that you two get hitched. Then you can pick your first paramour, just as he already picked his, namely my wife Cassie. Roger, looks like you’re no longer the odd-man-out, doesn’t it?” I laid down. Things that I took for granted had to be explained in great detail, usually a couple of times before the lights would come on, and I knew that she had got it. I had to be really careful not to show her too much at once so that I didn’t overwhelm her. She would come to work everyday brimming with questions and carefully write out all the instructions that I gave her so that she could try them at home.I was so proud of Beth as she picked up more and more computer skills and then began to figure. Lost in her half-trance, Kay bristled and jumped in her seat when she heard her Husband's voice growing louder as he came down the hall. She managed to switch the power off just as he poked his head through the door. "I'm going to bed... how long are you gonna be?" he asked. "Not long... I'll be up in a minute," Kay gulped, trying desperately to feign composure. _____________________________A little over two hours after her Husband had interrupted her from the computer, wondering when she was. The lovely casting director kneaded her nipples into a taut wet state as she fingered her engorged clitoris. She instinctively recalled how Dominique had taken her so many lovely times on the bed and had fucked her with that strap on until wave upon wave of orgasmic ecstasy overtook her mind and she held her lover close. Many times she'd pull Dom close to her as they'd rub their tits together, their bodies becoming one. Darla missed her terribly and not just sexually; she also had been her best.