I feel the attention of the room quickly fall on me as everyone went quiet. He looks up to me. Drumming his fingers on the table as he observes my fac... and smiles a bit.“Me? ... What do you mean?” He smiles.“You ... You ... Those shoes ... Your voice ... You tried to kill me!” I blurt out feeling my face get hot as I notice my hands shaking, my arms outstretched and pointing my finger at him.“What?! What the fuck are you talking about, Radhika?” He asks while laughing softly.“In the bathroom. I took a 2 min breather, wore my thong and sat down on the floor again. My hole hurting like crazy, my ass cheeks paining I continued sitting till I could regain some energy, finally wore my clothes cleaned up, freshened up, picked up my sling and walked out of the washroom to leave.As I was leaving, I saw him standing at the cash counter, speaking to his own friend, walked up to him and said let’s leave, the owner looked at me and smirked smiled at me as if he knew it since all along it was my. I was almost getting scared. But how could I stop beggingfor it when my mistress was demanding this of me?"Oh please fuck me miss, but be gentle."Suddenly the cock was pulled away from me. "If you do not want thisbeautiful cock and will not beg like a slut for it then you just willnot get it, Sarah. Well, are you going to plead for some cock insideyou, Sarah slut?"Her use of my new name send me over the edge of caring and I beganbegging, really begging and pleading for that cock. I wanted. I startled her when I responded, "Why would I be pissed? Because my husband is fucking some young slut in my own bed? He's a big boy. He can do as he pleases."I tried to remain calm, but I think I scared the hell out of the curly-haired brunette."I'm sorry, Mrs. J, we didn't think you'd be home." The wide eyed nymph glared back at me, apologizing for the awkward moment. I told her to relax, and if she wanted to sleep with my husband it was fine with me.She cocked her head at my answer, not.