Pass me the wine.’ I went into the bedroom, took off my clothes and wrapped the sarong around my waist. I was more comfortable, but very self-consci...us as I returned to find Anna and Ian sat at the table, helping themselves to salad. ————————————- Dinner was delicious. We had a couple of glasses of wine and I felt a lot more mellow. The sarong had come loose and when I stood up it slipped to the floor. I lunged to catch it, missed and then decided not to bother. I had got used to seeing the. She says "ah ah ah. That's not for you." I get excited. Tonight the wifey is going to be a whore.She pulls up a black leather pleated skirt. It's not tight, but its shines well and shows just the right amount of leg. Her top however, shows the slut. A black padded tank with spaghetti straps. It barely contains her tits. Too much jiggle or hard walking and they fall out. They're 42GG, there is a lot to see. With the padding she goes braless with this top. It can be done,but she has to step. After a few strokes it was over. Sometimes he did not even remove his trousers properly. He told me that he did not want a child soon and was using protection. For me sex was boring. Our financial condition forced me to take up a job in a private firm. My boss was a handsome strong man in his early thirties. I was told that he was a playboy and enjoyed a lot. A couple of months passed I had no problems with him. I used to wear a salwar.and that too of thick material. One day I happen to wear. Is this clear?” I had been given a very firm warning.“Yes, Mistress. I am so sorry. It does hurt.”“Spankings are supposed to hurt, otherwise what would be the point of them?”“Yes, Mistress, sorry Mistress.”“You are not sorry enough yet.” The spanking restarted.After a couple more minutes, Mistress stopped and rubbed her hand across my buttocks, it did feel good. “Right if you can stand and remove your knickers and then get back in position?”I stood and pulled my knickers down.“No, you should.