We didnt have sex for almost more than ayear. So this is a little background of ours let checkout how we went togetheragain – Due to my loneliness I...called up her just to know about herwhereabouts. She told me that she is still in Delhi and working for sameorganization. And news about her divonce is correct and she is very lonely. I consoled her a bit for her divorce and also told about my own miserable life.After talking for a while I asked her to come with me for a movie which(surprisingly). - Don?t worry about her. She was born to serve. And Itook care of her, making sure she will just do that. Also I altered her mind sothat there will be nothing more rewarding to her than to serve. With every moveshe makes that is aimed at serving others she feels a jolt of indescribablepleasure ripping through her. In the outside world they might call it brainwash. I call it her freedom. She stroked the maid-slaves cheek gently. - Nothing I enjoy more than a happy slave Mistress. I felt rather smug as I carried on a conversation with them for severalminutes, then excused myself to mingle with some of Emma's othercolleagues. I soon found myself with a distinguished looking old manwhom I knew to be George Smyth, one of Emma's supervisors."Well my dear," Smythe asked me in a quiet tone, "How is your recentassignment coming?" I'm making progress," I told Smyth, gesturing to some people from myown agency before adding, "But suggest not talking about this herewhere we might. My wife uncrossed her legs and sat back in the settee couch across from the two chairs Stan and I were sitting in. She lewdly parted her legs and sat their grinning at both of us as we each enjoyed an unobstructed view of her sexy nylon covered pussy. I was beside myself with arousal and wanted to pull out my cock and jack off right there. I think Stan was thinking the same thing.Deanna noticed the show and was not about to be upstaged as she uncrossed her legs and stretched them out in front.