The thought nearly made me want to spit out my food, butI managed to condense my disgust and outrage at the idea in a grunt,acknowledging both my inte...nal ponderings and my host's previousstatement. Then, either curiosity or my female hormones, or both got thebetter of me."So, you're not married." The moment I said that, the inside of merevolted over such a flirty question."No, actually," he replied with a somewhat sad tone of voice, almostacknowledging the past and what could've been "I. " Baby. I know you want to look good for Antwan so consider it my gift to you." I do want to look good for Antwan. I'm glad you understand how special tomorrow is going to be. I want it to be perfect."I was pretty sure my wife wasn't going to wear the brown riding boots tomorrow but it didn't matter. She was a shoe whore as well as a black cock whore. I just felt happy spending this time with Anna.Seeing her shop for clothes, trying different skirts on and going in and out of the changing. I can get you a room at the hotel and we can work from after breakfast until we finish for the day. I have a lot to learn and will need your help. I’ll walk around and start to do my research. I’ll meet you at the coffee shop on Officer’s Mess Road near the jewelry store.”She looked at me with a blank stare.“Follow me.”We walked to where my driver was and I asked him to explain the directions to the coffee shop across from the hotel. He started talking in Hindi and went on for a couple of. .... YES! YESSSSS! MORE!!! MORE MISTRESS!!!”*SMACK*Bayonetta swatted the sides of his ass for good measure. She never paused in her fucking, sparing one hand intermittently to deliver a fresh blow and dial him up even higher.*SMACK SMACK SMACK*“You said you didn't want it, but I think you were lying... Bet you'd love to be punished the way Jeanne was. Wouldn't you, slut?”“Yes, Mistress!”“Wouldn't be much of a punishment for you... You love cock too much.”“Yes, Mistress! I love cock!”“And not.