“It’s been three days.” Al obliged her. Taking her upstairs he stripped her and fucked her hard and quickly on top of his bed. Afterwards they ...climbed into it and kissed and cuddled. There was silence as they lay together but there were lots of questions; answers needed and decisions to be made. “Greg was asking me where we go from here.” Cathy said quietly. Al said nothing for a few moments. “Where do you want to go?” he responded eventually. “Not sure,” Cathy mused. “I do love Greg but.... He watched her go through several emotions. There was rage, certainly, almost an entitlement he had grown used to witnessing among Americans abroad especially in France, then embarrassment. ‘Perhaps I can offer you a napkin?’ he suggested, handing her the paper napkin, all that remained of his breakfast. ‘Or would you prefer to put that in a washing machine before the stain sets?’ That was enough to set her off again. ‘Listen you…pig,’ she said, bitterly, ‘I was perfectly aware of where I was. I stepped up to him and kissed him lightly on the cheek. And then I stepped back. He had not moved to try to take me in his arms or to hold me. He had not tried to kiss me. He just stared at me.“Without a smile he said simply, “take off your shirt and panties, I want to inspect my slave.” I stared at him and the unblinking dark eyes that burned into mine and I felt my hands moving, almost, but not quite, of their own choosing to gather up the hem of the shirt and begin pulling it up over my. She had a pair of white trousers that were not only see through but were that tight they were up her crack, it was obvious she didn’t have any knickers on, her top was a tight blue halter neck, no bra as her nipples were already sticking out like bullets.“Me up for it! You may as well have fuck me written on your forehead the way you are dressed,” I laughed.As we laughed Rose appeared, she was the eldest and also the most statuesque.She had a bright tight fitting yellow dress which was.