Let Marcus in on the plan.

"She's mine," I said firmly and stood behind her myself. I slid my hands under the apron and massaged her breasts. She moaned again as I did so.

"But you can help me with Vera" I suggested to Marcus.

"Hey, I wanted to help you ... please" Jennifer interfered, apparently afraid that I wouldn't let her cum any longer. Marcus looked at me in surprise until it dawned on me that yes, he hadn't noticed.

"She's going to be staying with us for a while and she's upsetting me, in fact she's upsetting me so much that I'm going to be **** to reconsider my support for you," I explained the situation to him, exaggerating a bit.

"No ... please don't ... I'll help you. But how do you think you're going to do that?" asked Marcus to me.

"We're going to train her, just like your wife here," I replied, slapping Jennifer on the ass.

"Now go make us some food, I'm hungry! When you're done, take your clothes off again and just move around on all fours!" I said to her and gave her another slap on the ass. She nodded and started cooking.

"What do you mean by train her?" wanted Marcus to know.

"I want her to be a little slut. I think she could make a few bucks doing a webcam show. Maybe even with Jennifer together. And while we're at it, how are your mom and sisters doing?"

Marcus already looked interested, especially when I brought Jennifer into the game. But when I asked him about his sisters and mother, he looked surprised.

"Um ... they're doing pretty well, I guess. I haven't talked to them in a while." he answered my question. I decided not to elaborate for now. By now I could smell the food and my stomach was growling.

"What do you think of your wife being here almost naked in the kitchen, cooking for us?", I asked him, trying to pass the time.

"She's always been a sight for sore eyes," he replied with a smile.

"And for me to treat her like a sex toy?"

He cleared his throat. "You know I like to watch, and thanks for letting me jerk off to it earlier, too. Even though I'd like to be hands on myself."

I thought about that for a while.

"I think you'll be allowed to be a little more active in it, too. Of course, only if I let you."

"Thank you," he said, seeming satisfied. Then Jennifer put the plates on the table, brought us the food, and took off her apron again. She got down, on all fours, and then stayed in position beside me.

"Bon appetit" she wished and we began to eat, me feeding her as we went, which she accepted gratefully.