Allan purred wickedly and grabbed Karen's foot as it stroked his once more hard cock, and rubbed her toes playfully up and down his shaft for a moment. "That's great to hear, Sammy," he said, grinning at Karen. He lifted one of her thighs across his own lap with an affectionate squeeze on her bottom, and her other leg across Karen's.<br/><br/>"Are you still sore from your abuse?" he asked softly, rubbing his strong, soapy hands between her legs, and gently stroked two fingertips around her recently pounded asshole. "The good kind of sore, or the bad kind?"<br/><br/>"I think you've more than earned yourself a bit more of a pampering," he smirked. "Then, you phone your parents and explain about your new job. Tell them about all the silverware you have to polish."<br/><br/>Leaning over to Karen, he gave his wife a dirty, smug kiss, and moved one hand from Sammy's crotch to hers. Stroking, rubbing and tweaking at each lady's sex, he sighed happily as his tumescent cock rested and brushed against their new slave's thigh.<em>The slave rides the same chariot as her mistress,</em>he mused, paraphrasing the Roman proverb to himself.