Don't hold back. She wants to do it. And she's good. Can you - make it last?" John nods. "Be a waste not to, wouldn't it?" "Good. I'll get h...er." He taps on the bathroom door. She appears immediately, as though she has been waiting for the summons. Any fears he may have had about her commitment are dispelled by her appearance. She steps forward wearing a lacy black bra - necessary to support ample breasts - matching black french knickers, suspender belt, black stockings, high. At home, I remained the prototypical suburban mom. But at least once a week, I was used like the fuckpig I am. I would get a text or an email with a name and address and I would show up at the appointed time. Sometimes it was a man, sometimes it was a woman. Sometimes it was a couple or a group of people. I didn't care. I did as I was told. I was a fuckpig. My incriminating pictures are long gone, of course. My one-year term of service ended over a year ago. I serve now because I want to,. " Didn't his wife kill him in revenge?" Anna asked. "I thought I read that somewhere." That was part of it," Kalliste said, "but there's more to the story than that. You see tradition held that whoever Iphigenia married would become King. Agamemnon wanted his son Orestes to inherit the throne. Worse, Iphigenia was a consecrated priestess to Britomartis, the Goddess of the Nets and the Hunt, though you may know her as Artemis, and Agamemnon held the Goddess Britomartis to be the cause of a lot. To his surprise, she greeted him with her dazzling smile and a kiss as she brought him his food. He chose to eat, saving any words till later, waiting for her to offer up excuses or an apology. None came, so he picked at his breakfast in silence as she hummed quietly to herself while busily cleaning the kitchen.Later that afternoon as he dozed in front of the television, she snuggled next to him, her small hand stroking his inner thigh. He opened his eyes to find her staring at him with a.