Our days were filled with leisure and luxury, our greatest challenge was combating boredom.That was all before the storm. The storm that changed every...thing. The storm that turned our boat and our lives upside down. That we survived it at all is a miracle.But let's start at the beginning. My name is Ashley Butler. I work as a part time freelance accountant but what I really want to be is a full time Mom. I've been patient with my work obsessed husband Anthony thus far but at 35 years old I am. All that remained were the few items that meant the most to her. Among them were her acting awards, a few childhood mementos, and her rock hunting gear.Hearing that Kelly had left with the children, she had stopped by to cheer up Ed, knowing how much he would miss his wife and children. Ed had arrived at home from the airport long after she had come to the house.Last night had been spent making long slow love. Over the course of several hours Ed had explored her body, touching her in ways and. I held the base of the condom and slowly pulled the length of my dick out of her.Holding the condom on my cock I walked into the bathroom and slowly pulled it off over the toilet water.It was bulging with cum and I made sure the knot I tied into it was secure. I placed the condom and its wrapper into a zip-lock baggie and put it in the backpack.I flushed the toilet, got dressed carefully and went back into the bedroom. Linda’s lifeless body was sprawled out on the bed as I had left her, a trail. “No, Miss. Pee’s way too nice a word. I need you to use me as your piss-slut.”You licked your lips, fuck, it was the most erotic thing I’ve seen. I whispered, “Only you, Miss, can baptise me as a piss-whore!”You undid one of my wrist restraints. It took a moment for the penny to drop, but, when it did, I slid the fingers on my free hand through my slit, scooping my cum-juices which I smeared on my clit.You watched me, the pleasure from my fingers no doubt etched on my face. Then you closed your.