It was truly a sight to behold as they walked in the front door to see a chained slave slut husband, with mouth open and ready to service. Anyhow, ba...k to the wife. She was always dressed extra special slutty for me. I loved her pantyhose, thigh high stockings, garter belts, and especially her choice of heels. She always looked very professional, although you could always tell there was a slut beneath the surface. Her breasts were beautiful, they weren't fake, but had been lifted and were. He never fully woke up, though he groaned heavily and pulled her tousled head down onto his belly when the supreme joy pulsed through his body. Once the storm had passed, he lapsed back into sleep, and Pris rose from the bed, moving silently as she came over to join Max. They closed the bedroom door quietly behind them and went down to the kitchen, where Pris put on a pot of coffee for breakfast."That was quite a way to wake up!" Max said the first words he'd spoken to her. "I was dreaming that. He said “Grab a chair and sit down.” So while Sara did that Mr. Jones walked over to the door and closed it. Mr. Jones was a young teacher, about thirty years old and pretty handsome.Mr. Jones turned and then went back to his desk and sat down opposite of Sara.He then sighed and said “Sara, what are we going to do with you? You refuse to pay attention in class and you are failing.”Sara shifted uncomfortably in her chair and said “I don’t know… I just…” and started mumbling.Mr. Jones said “I’m. I turned on our home pc and coordinated it with the laptop webcam my wife had set up in the room. She called me on her cell phone and put it on speaker so I could hear as well as see the action. As I settled myself in front of the PC, I could see into the hotel room. Since web cam technology was fairly new back then, the picture wasn't the greatest, kind of fuzzy in the dim light, and where it was placed seemed far from the bed, but I was just happy to be able to see into the room. He was.