, – Hello – What is my bitch doing there??? was the reply to my hello. I knew it was my wife and she was calling for Cleopatra, you know, my assh...ole. I said – Cleo is fine, resting for a good week-end. – Then finish whatever is that you are doing and bring Cleo home so that Anthony (wife’s dildo)can fuck her as I please and the sooner you get here the sooner Cleo’s week-end will start. – OK, that sounds very sexy . . . . Bye, I’ll be home with Cleo in 25/30 minutes. Closed my stuff, realized. That said, she knew nothing about the situation with my little sister and that was an issue that was going to come to a head in two years, and not just with Stephie. I had no idea how my little sister and I would manage THAT situation, but I had two years to figure it out.I arrived home and stripped the sheets from the bed. They smelled like Jennifer and I was loathe to wash them, but I knew that I had to. I also knew that the next five nights or so would be spent alone. I hated nights alone,. I trace tiny kisses from her ears to her neck and give gentle licks as I go. I can feel the heat of her body increasing overall as her panties get slippery and wet. I stop to smell my fingers and they have a wonderful slightly oily musk to them. She is bucking against my fingers hard and I’m feeling tremors through her entire body so I go to the spot where I figure her clit must be and make slow circles. Her pussy is amazing and I’m feeling two mounds of wonderfully soft flesh either side of my. I would gain myfreedom some day, and he did bring in other women for sexual play everynow and then. The first time was frustrating for me only because theexperience with her only pushed the point home that I was not able tomake choices for myself. But with experience I learned to accept andenjoy what I could. I don't remember her name, but he had met herduring one of his business meetings and she had commented on what abeautiful wife he had. He picked up on her signals, and asked her,"Would.