"Again Jennifer looked embarrassed as her face turned red and she dropped her head to his shoulder, lying quietly by his side.As Mac lay there in the ...afterglow, Jennifer reached down and idly traced the path of a long scar on his leg. "Your body is very busy," she giggled. "Where did all the scars come from?" A lot of different places," he answered. "That one came from a errant artillery round in the deserts of the Middle East. Friendly fire they call it."Mac had been in the Army Special. "It will be done," the voice on the phone said.Beatrice pinned up her long, blonde hair and showered, leaning against the tiled wall and massaging her vulva lips carefully when she was done. She toweled herself dry, thinking of her deflowering by her late father.It had been exciting but not altogether pleasant.Now she donned a light robe and white slippers, picked up one of the gold reward tokens she had been told to give to the lancer if he pleased her and walked to the guest bedroom at the. While I was gone, I had my helpers running MY business, and so I didn't have a lot to do during the long days by myself.It was the second week that I started feeling really horny. I knew I could find an Adult Bookstore within a twenty minute drive or so. It was only around 11 in the morning, so I also knew I had a good five hours before I had to get the kids. I got in the car and headed out for in search of some action.The first bookstore I found turned out to be a total waste of time. I headed. The shame slave wore, to be naked in front of another woman, hisarch rival. Mistress Affina had secured slave's hands behind him, knowing he made a betterappearance that way because it pushed his chest forward. His chest, mattedin thick hair and looked so appealing in rope and chain, now stuck out prominentlyfrom his hips, as if the protrusion were offered as supplication to his Owner.She knew that the chain leash that gripped his balls needed a mere tug andhe would scurry to twist, turn or hop.