"Master, this slave begs humbly to be punished for her disrespect, Master."I was about to shrug it off when I caught Salome's eye. I waited to see wha... she would say."As well you should Slave, what were you thinking of?" Serena kept her eyes downcast so she didn't see Salome winking at me. "Master David, shall we see if a spanking and 10 strokes of the strap will remind this Slave of her station?" I felt my lips quirk as I tried to suppress a smile. Salome walked to my side and whispered in my. She didn't even want one husband; why would she want two?When Sean was home, it only served to heighten her constant state of arousal and need. She never seemed to keep her panties dry for long before they became soaked. Part of that was because she never knew when Damian might suddenly just stab his cock into her. She was constantly anticipating and longing to be used and abused like a rubber fuck doll.Tonight, she was making dinner while Sean played one of his games. It was something she had. It really feels good. Rob starts crying as we leave the tent. I feel sorry for her. I hug her. It feels really good to have a lovely woman in these strong arms."Thanks, that's makes me feel better," she says. She searches my purse and brings out a hanky, then blows her nose."Not so loud," I say, wincing. She makes me look uncool. ROBThis has been by far the most humiliating experience of my life. I feel so weak and helpless and so very embarrassed. I'm wearing a dress and pantyhose. And. I looked around & found a high end, satin smooth virator, super slim butt plug & of course some good lube. I made my purchases & went across to the Dairy Queen. I only got a corn dog, a Dr. Pepper & small cone. A young man that looked like a cowgirls dream (tall, tan, fit, piercing eyes, strong jaw about 18) was following me with his eyes as I sat down at a table. I ate the corn dog deliberately. Licking a bit of mustard off my finger slowly, pretending I didnt see him. My skirt rode a little.