Her name was Alicia. She was a twenty-six-year-old mother of a seven-year-old girl. From listening to their heated conversation, I gathered they had d...iscussed mate swapping but had never actually done it. Now, George was pushing it with all his rhetorical skills. Alicia argued someone needed to look after the daughter, an argument which was swaying her husband to her point of view. Had I been nice, I would have kept silent. Instead, I offered Andy as a babysitter. Her face crumbled as George. And her glasses. As I closed the door behind me I noticed something different out of the corner of my eye. Her closet door was standing open and. fastened to the inside with pushpins at what would be eye-level for Carol, were the panties she had been wearing when she came to my room. They had obviously not been washed, as the yellow stain in the crotch was prominently displayed. When I turned back to Carol she was smiling timidly at me like a student who was fairly sure she’d done well on a. “Master,” Abby wailed through her tears, “I too am ashamed. You helped me so last night, and I can’t even greet you as poorly as my sister did. Have mercy on me, please.”“Dearest Abby, you have nothing to be ashamed of. You were even more badly injured than your sister. I understand that. Come let me kiss you also,” I told her, and then leaned in and kissed her on the lipsAbby moaned in my mouth and reached out with her one good arm to pull me more into herself. I kissed her for a while longer. Tonight you have my blessing to be his partner until the evening ends. Make sure it ends well. Go back and be nice to him. Do what you want.”“Be nice to him? What do you want?”“I want you to relax, and make the end of the evening special,” I said. I was excited to see if the kissing would continue, if the touching would leave Maggie as excited as the last time. I wanted to see what Simon could do to her. How far could he go with my wife? For a moment, I didn’t much care about the.