"Yes, err, umm, yeah!" Jason stammered while trying to clear his head and not sound like a total moron. "I mean, yes, I'm here to set up your user acc...ount here in Accounting and to let you know when your orientation to IT is scheduled." He ended with a lopsided smile that he hoped looked less stupid than it felt. "I can show you the basics of getting to your e-mail and such, but the big picture stuff will have to wait until tomorrow afternoon. You'll be so busy trying to get the lay of the land. Have you ever thought what being a slavegirl might entail?" Adriana stared at me confused. I smiled and continued explaining, "Slavegirls in ancient times were used in a variety of ways, such as satisfying the desires of their master. All sorts of desires. Do you understand what I'm saying?" I gently touched the girl's bare thigh with my fingers, then slowly began running a hand up the girl's slender leg."What are you doing?" Adriana began to exclaim. "Stop it!"I quickly snatched the girl up by. I had my arm around her shoulders and my hand resting comfortably on her breast. Joan snuggled up to me and pressed my hand tightly to her breast. I could feel her nipple as it hardened under my palm, and that produced the corresponding effect in my cock. Mary walked onto the porch to call us to supper, but she did not seem to react to what Joan and I were doing. I assumed that indicated her tacit approval. I sure hoped so. My next question was whether John, Joan’s father, would approve of. I built a fire in the fireplace and soon the three of us were setting in the den sipping some clear liquor out of a Mason jar. Soon we decided it was time to hit the hay. I stripped down to my boxer briefs ND climbed into bed. My wife came out of the restroom wearing a tank top and bikini panties. Tim asked if I was sure about the sleeping arrangement. I said as long as she is between us I'm OK. He said he had to hit the pisser and as soon as he closed the bathroom door my wife rolled over to.