Stacy told me that she just wasn’t sure she could have sex with another man. Sucking his dick and having her pussy played with was different that ma...king love to another man. I told her that we didn’t look at quite that way, what Sam and I do is make love, what we were planning was “fucking”. It’s just physical not emotional. Stacy liked that way of thinking about it. By the end of our conversation Stacy said that she was thinking that she could do it but would make no promises. She also said. She smiled at me, locking eyes again saying that she would be waiting.I returned within the hour and Mary let me in. I noticed that a couple of buttons on her house coat were opened and her impressive cleavage showed more. She offered me another coffee, which I took saying that I wanted to make sure there was enough time for the water to heat.We sat at her kitchen table and enjoyed small talk as we drank. I noticed that she enjoyed "slapping" my hand as she talked.Time to check the water,. He needed to stand up to hersomehow. It seemed impossible though. She'd been very clear - theyweren't going back to how things were and she was planning even morechanges. Whatever she had in mind seemed ominous.His stomach tied itself in knots as he dwelt on it. The situation wasunbearable. He rubbed his forehead and groaned as his heart started torace and pound. There was only one option - escape. As unimaginable as itwas, leaving Julia was the only thing to do.It might be a terrible struggle. Aside from a few dried up splatter marks, the vessel was empty.* * * * *“Easy boys! No need to get rough” Reynauld said as he was led into the main hall by two of the Chosen. It wasn't just their strong grips that gave them away. Their slightly pale skin and the faint smell of blood were tell tale signs. Normally they'd mask it with cologne, but they didn't need to here. Their three piece suits and fancy jewelry were another giveaway. Were they all obsessed with fashion?Reynauld's trench coat.