Karen slept well.  When Allan slipped into her while sleeping, she slowly awoke and gave him generous access to a slow and gentle fuck.  She loved it when he woke her with his cock pressing against her.  She remained half asleep in her dreams where she knew Allan was actually fucking her, but the dream had something to do with a man wearing a fedora.  She let the dreamworld infuse the dream and Allan morphed into a character from a Sam Spade novel and she was the femme fatale.<br/><br/>After a while, the welcome smells of Allan's cooking woke her up more fully and she sat up in bed to lounge with Allan when he brought the food in.  She watched as he gave the new pet something to eat off the floor level and warmed again to her husband's control.  Karen took a long drink of coffee and smiled.  "Little slave, we have a party tonight that we scheduled without even knowing you'd be here.  But, we were hoping we'd have found a new pet by then."<br/><br/>She took a bite of her own bacon and looked at the cute little whore on the floor of their bedroom.  "Our friends bring their pets and we make you all play together and switch things up a bit.  We have some lovely friends, and some of their pets are just as fun to play with.  We have a special room downstairs for parties, we'll show it to you later.  We call it 'the arena' and it's quite a fun place to play."<br/><br/>