Sisters in Slavery - Volume 2

Wealthy, generous, not too demanding. Allowing her all the freedom she wanted. Permitted her to have sex with other men... provided she told him about it. Sometimes he even liked to watch. Well, that was alright by her. In his turn, he had no objection to her watching him fuck Julia! Oh yes... Quentin was all one could ask in a husband.
And now, Melissa, told herself happily, I am more than simply his wife, I am his Slave Mistress.
In due time, those two youngsters, Maria and Heidi, would be very well trained indeed. It would be nice for a man in his early fifties having two ripe, shapely teenagers, doing anything he wanted. And doing it very well.
Still, Quentin deserved it.
Melissa finished her glass of ice-cold orange juice which Julia had brought her earlier.
“More orange juice, slave,” said Melissa snapping her fingers.
Julia jumped up immediately and came hurrying across the bedroom, breasts swinging and bouncing. In keeping with her bottom, they were excellent breasts. Well rounded, high and firm. Quentin had been a good picker when he chose this woman to be his fiance. Pity she had cheated him. Pity for her that is! She must have regretted it considerably since, reflected Melissa with a wry, inner smile.