“Carla, I want to be clear on this. Does that mean that she doesn’t keep their p*****s in chastity?”
“Yes.”
“And otherwise how are they treated?” my wife asked.
“f*****g coddled if you ask me.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means she hardly whips them and sometimes they even sleep in her bedroom when she’s horny,” Carla explained.
“She lets them f**k her?” my wife asked incredulously.
“Of course not!” Carla snorted. “She likes to ride their faces all night sometimes.”
“Can you call her?”
“What?”
“Ask her if she’s interested in another…bed warmer,” my wife chuckled.
***
Thirty minutes later it was a done deal. I had been sold to some fifty year old matron who lived the life of luxury on a hundred acre secluded farm. Her dot com husband who had made the money to buy the place lived
