That was how she had ended up here, in her husband’s old hometown that he’d left when he was a teenager. Ella’s husband was an extremely wealthy...man and one of the town’s more prominent citizens. This kept him busy, and left her numerous opportunities to hang out at Jessica’s, where the decadent atmosphere reminded her of all the things she’d liked about the life she left behind.Seeing the bound and naked Kelly, she ran a hand gently down the girl’s marked red ass. “Mmm, exquisite,” she purred.. “The others left just after you arrived. They don’t like working too long on a weekend.” She leant back and locked the door. I was confused. I had never come across a woman like this before. I was used to making the first move, after all I was a man – I felt like a fish out of water. My pulse was racing.I could feel beads of perspiration trickle down the chest. I could feel my cock pressing ever harder against my pants, swelling rapidly with the thought that I wasn’t in control here. I couldn’t. To say I was overwhelmed with the amount of information I had gone over that week was and still is an understatement. That being said I was extremely proud to have been able to go through the training. “So Ky, how do you feel after everything this week? Still interested in having a slave?” David asked me.“Well I have to say that it has been a very interesting learning experience.” I told him. He just nodded his head and looked at me for a few moments.“I have to say that you have done great.. My mother Padma was a beautiful homemaker who devoted her time in the well being of her k**s and her husband and a conservative Indian woman who used to dress in sarees and salwar kameezs and who was totally unaware of the prowess of her beauty and her sexuality. She was easily the most beautiful and hot woman in our neighbourhood completely unmindful of the fact that her tight dressing sense was giving hard on to almost everybody who had attained puberty. I was on the cusp of puberty but had.