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Friday, October 12
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Friday, October 12 It was after six o'clock by the time Peter got home from work. It had been a helluva week. The markets that had erupted on Wednesday finally had calmed down and returned to some semblance of normalcy. The phones had been ringing pretty much non-stop for three days. He had sent Bailey, Stacy and Liz home early while he got caught up. They were sitting around the kitchen table when he walked in the door. He could smell something yummy in the oven. He opened the door, looked in. Meatloaf. One of his favorite comfort foods. "Meatloaf?", he said. "Who do I have to thank for this?" "It was my idea", Liz said, beaming. He walked to the table, leaned over, kissed each of the women tenderly. He took his briefcase to the office, went to the bedroom, changed into jeans, went back to the kitchen and made a round of cosmopolitan martinis. Stacy had already stuffed olives with blue cheese for him. He leaned down, looked into the liquor cabinet, moved some bottles around, found the Hendricks in the back. He grabbed a rocks glass, filled it with ice and the olives, poured the gin. He sipped it, drew a heavy sigh. He joined them at the kitchen table, described the week to them. It was busy for them, it was difficult for him. Bailey got up, made a salad, sautéed some broccoli in olive oil and minced garlic. After dinner, Peter cleaned up while the women in his life, the women he was in love with, cleared the table. He put the last of the meatloaf into a storage container, washed the pan, took off the rubber gloves. They came to him, kissed him. Their desire was to love on him tonight. His arms encircled them, his hands on their backs, their waist, their buttocks. He explored their mouths with his tongue, they explored his. And each others'. Bailey unbuttoned his shirt. Liz worked on his belt. She knelt, pulled his jeans and briefs down, took him into her mouth. Stacy left briefly, returned with a<b> collar </font></b>and ball gag. The<b> collar </font></b>had the word "SLAVE" on the front. She made it clear to him her desire for the evening. "We have a new rule", Bailey said, softly into his ear. "What's that?", he said. "You're not allowed to wear pants at home", she said. "If we're not allowed to wear bras, we don't want you to wear pants. Underwear is optional." "It might get cold in the winter", he said. "It might", Bailey said, "but we don't want any hindrances when we want you." She smiled then. Liz removed his jeans and briefs. They led him to the living room. Stacy wore black leggings and a mint green Henley. It was loose-fitting, and her nipples poked through the material. Peter reached under her shirt, felt her breasts. She handed him the ball gag. He attached it for her. The same with the<b> collar. </font></b>Bailey pulled her leggings down, felt between her legs. Stacy was wet. She fed her fingers to Peter, then to Liz. They went to the couch, sat on it. Peter knelt in front of them, began to service them orally. He started with Liz, then Stacy, then Bailey. After they each came, he fucked them, in turn. And then it was his turn to come.  |
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10/13/2018 7:35 am |
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