Emma went, nude, to the kitchen.As Brent turned on the shower and waited for it to warm, he heard the distinctive sound of kibble pouring into a metal...bowl which clinked against the kitchen’s tile floor.He stepped into the stream of water and began soaping himself. As he did so, he reflected on the night before, and that morning.Emma was amazing. While he’d been with Andrea, he had never even considered life without her, let alone with another woman. Now though, he found himself fantasizing. I can hear him, and his fellow co-workers talking. They talk about me: what a good girl I am, what a willing slut I am, how they are excited to relieve some stress.I can feel hands on my ass, feeling me, groping me, and fingering my holes. They comment how wet I am, and someone reaches under to grope my hanging tits.I'm instructed to tuen around, and a cock is thrust into my mouth quickly. I suck obediently, and the man grabs my hair and forces himself balls deep in my mouth until I gag.I hear. "I'm really sorry, but I don't see any other way. If I punished you in astraightforward manner I don't see how it would cure you of youraddiction. You'd soon want to return to wearing my clothes again, nomatter what promises you made. You do understand, darling? I'll untie yourhands so we can get you packed up and on your way." NO! I give in," he shouted. "I can't bear to lose you, Emma. I'll do whatyou want." Good move!" she exclaimed. "It won't be easy for you, darling, butprovided you do. Then we both left it and started looking at each other and smiling.I started to move towards the bathroom. He tried to grab me, got hold of my saree, and opened it completely. Now I was just in my blouse and petticoat inside the bathroom. I opened my blouse hook and invited him inside with me. My pink bra was easily visible, and he came running inside, taking his shirt off.I went near the shower and then opened the shower and was standing down it. The water was rolling down my body. He came and.