.. you b**st!” cried Kirsten. Miss Valdi calmly flicked her switch across a pair of beautiful boobs.“Perhaps you’d like to feel this across thos...e excellent tits of yours,” said Miss Valdi.“NO... OOOOOO!” Kirsten, blue eyes wide, recoiled as far as she could. Miss Valdi smiled.“Then watch your mouth, girl,” she said.Then the far door opened and Andros, one of the Arab Overseers, came in, leading a slave on collar and chain. It was Renata, a voluptuous Italian girl of 22 years. She was not. ...oh well that`s how life is and me and millions of others I am sure, just plod through life as a one woman man. Strangely the wife knew I have these carnal thoughts, though the big word is trust and she always trusted me and still does. Anyway, things were to change and for me for the better and with the good ladies blessing strange to say. We duly ‘”popped in” as she put it, after shopping, and to give them some time together alone (that`s a polite way of saying I was bored and knew it. I know that the author is wrestling with a second part, but with his permission I’m going to try to continue the story of Chuck and Rebecca. To me the original story didn’t give Rebecca any chance to put her side of the situation, but the two participants seemed basically pretty good people who had just got off track and needed a big shock to get them back on. The original story should be read first as it sets out a lot of the underlying issues. This story is classed as non erotic as there is. 'Sarah!' I spluttered, 'what on earth are you doing?'The smile on her face evaporated instantly at my tone and her eyes once more found the floor. 'I'm sorry. I thought I would give you a treat for being nice to me.'At that she started to cry.'Don't be silly. You don't need to do anything for me. Now stop crying and come and have a hug.' I said, trying not to upset her any more.I took a couple of steps towards her and she came into my arms, putting her head against my chest. She sobbed for a.