We got thoroughly drunk and talked about many things, such as the fact that Max, while still married, wasn't living with his wife, who had got sick of... his shit and headed for parts unknown, and the fact that he'd once met my wife, Marcie, and thought her really good looking and sexy."Let's have a 3-way," he suggested. "I really want to fuck your wife."In the wee hours, drunk, it didn't bother me. Later, I worried. Was it liquor talking, or had he meant it? Max lived in St. Louis, a good piece. It's not wise for a young girl to travel alone." Anna said again. "I can take care of myself!" Maya claimed. Atrus stared at her. "Actually we can use a chef..." I can cook really well!" She said. " ... And a helper..." "You will find me useful, master!" She said again. " ... And somebody to fulfill our needs." She fell silent, dropped her gaze and said, "I obey you, master, for I'm your slave." "That's the problem, Maya!" Atrus exclaimed. "Our journey is dangerous! We depend on each other's. Her eyes blurred; she surged off the exam table and found herself bent forward, pressed against the doctor, her palms flat on his chest, his scent filling her nostrils, mingling with the smell of antiseptic and latex and medicine as he fucked her. "Ms. Adams," growled the doctor, his fingers thrust deep inside her, the tips curved against her swollen G-spot, his thumb on her firm clit. "If you won't stay on the table, I'm going to restrain you. And if you moan one more time, I'm going to have. Just giving people a heads up.I realize that this has a very small amount of content currently completed, but I wanted to publish it to see if it's something I should continue or not. This is the first time I've ever attempted to write any kind of story in my life as well as the first time I've ever used Chyoa, so I know I have a huge amount to learn and improve on, but I wanted to get a feel for how it is/will be received. Right now things aren't very organized or even completely thought out,.