. My make up was done how he always enjoyed it. False eye lashes, loaded with eye liner and heavy mascara. I had opted to apply some pale liquid make ...up in-order to make eye's and lips pop out even more. My lips lined with a deep red and filled with vivid red lip stick a shinny layer of gloss to top them off. My hair I had teased and puffed up, my out fit looked liked like I belonged on street corner. On the bed I had placed some newly purchased sex toys, and strips of fabric for bondage. Peacefull, even. then, the world went black.she awoke to the sound of beeps from a heart monitor. she looked around the white empty room to see nothing, except, what was this? a man? her world slowly came into view. her anus hurt. her legs felt tired. her head ached and her mouth was in pain. her legs felt strange, but only close to the crautch. she put her hand down to feel of them. her vagina, no, this isnt right. she didnt feel the all to familiar pussy lips that had pushed 3 c***dren into. He was a really sweet man, though a little old-fashioned, and I didn't mind giving my father-in-law a cheap thrill now and then. The other wives said that he had dated a few times, but he had never found anyone he was serious about. I'd often wondered why. He was a fine catch for some lucky woman: a rugged, manly man, but thoughtful and tender. I could only hope that Mark would look so good when he got that age - assuming we stayed together.Dipping my finger in the thick lemon sauce, I offered. . you were dropping hints, weren’t you, babe?” I asked my loving wife.“Yes, I did ... and you know that I love you more than the world. That’s how they love you, too, which makes this perfect. That’s what your core group should be, the very inner circle of the inner circle around you ... your three wives, dear. They should be your sluts first, before anything else. We should be your abject thralls, all three of us. We are united, harmonious, bonded together by one common trait: our slavish.