She was a minx in bed and hotter than a blowtorch.She was a minx in bed and hotter than a blowtorch. His mind reeled with the idea of a threesome with the two of them and rejected it almost immediately. Their ethical and moral codes would never allow something as far out as THAT! He looked over at his new slave and smiled. He was almost ready for his second go-round with her. She looked back at him with a sunny smile which became a glassy-eyed stare as he casually snapped his fingers twice. She rose from the chair moving fluidly, like a sleepwalker, over to him as he shifted in the chair to allow her better access to his tool. |