Anything. The house seems to be quiet and I start to relax a little. Then, a noise again. This time definitely not the rain or the storm but from insi...de the house. The sound of someone moving about clumsily. I freeze, my senses alert.It is when I reach for the bell that I remember that I am alone in the house. Normally I would use the small bell next to the clock to summon my slave. But I had sold her at the market only two days before and hadn’t been impressed by any of the replacements. I had. Now she was just in her bra and salwar. Then she took off her salwar. And showed herself in her lovely bra and panty. She had a beautiful body. After a brief hot chat, she took off her bra and showed me her small juicy breasts with light brown nipples.They had become very hard. At that very moment, I wanted to grab them. She showed me her milky white thighs which were inviting me to caress them before slowly taking off the last bit of cloth from her body, her panty.At that point, I just wanted. I told her I’d take are of it. You need to know that I don’t talk to Brenda very often since I moved out. I loved her too much and was afraid I’d go back to her and I didn’t want to be a cuckold husband who couldn’t trust his wife. I signed the divorce papers and left before she showed up with her lawyer. We had a decent agreement. She kept the house and, of course, the girls stayed with her. I had access to my daughters anytime I wanted. I saw them all the time and after the divorce, I kept in. "It feels strange, not getting ready for tennis this morning," she said."We probably could still get a court today, if you want to change your mind," I told her. "I've got my gear in the trunk of the car." Naw," Laura said. "Threesomes are better in bed than on a tennis court." Pete could probably be competitive against the two of us together," I said, responding to her last statement without stopping to examine it for possible overtones."Maybe we'll try that, just the three of us, next time.