” That statement confused me and made me wonder what was happening.We drove back to Pam’s home continuing the banter we’d had over dinner. Despi...te the neutral topics, I wondered what the rest of the evening would hold, hoping that Trish went home early so Pam and I would have some serious ‘in bed’ time. I was coming off a long dry spell in terms of sex with a partner, and the week with Pam was a breath of fresh air in so many ways I knew I’d have to be careful lest I over commit or do something. .. "I will clean all of the dirty clothes...", "For each and every item of clothing I find in Kathryn's apartment...", "panties, briefs, or underpants..." "intimate contact with the wearer's crotch..."Shit, shit, shit!!! The clauses were entirely about all clothes in the apartment - regardless of who wears them. Damn it! Nothing about Kathryn's clothes specifically at all.Had she known this was going to happen? I wondered. Had she thought ahead to the time when men were going to be spending. ”“Yes, I’m seriously considering volunteering to be the surrogate cure rather than hire a prostitute,” Hiqua giggled, making Cass start in shock, then look thoughtful.“Would mean having men other than Dave here,” she warned.“Use a privacy barrier so I don’t have to look at them for the ten turns it takes,” Hiqua replied with a grin.“You tart,” Cass laughed, but still looked very thoughtful.“You could too. You know you want to,” Hiqua winked. “Plus your husband would never find out. Medical. Why the fuck do I let such a ugly whore be the first face I see each morning?"My words cut her to the core and caused fresh tears to flow from those blue eyes of her's which had become two pools of sadness. I actually thought Natasha was quite pretty, especially after a year of training which slightly aged most girls and turned them into hollow shells. She would have served me just as well if I treated her a little better but the reason I chose her to be my personal slave was that I liked to.