Only him. I am his to control and his to own. He knows what I need and some how, some way knows exactly when I need it. As we explore our Dom/Sub role... together the limits to our unique situation have expanded....I am married, but I take my commands from my Dom. He decided who, when and how I fuck...including my husband. This morning, I reported the completion of my task a bit differently, in story form, for what I thought was my Dom's eyes only. His next instructions were for me to post it. He dragged his tongue through my wet slit and it was almost unbearable. His beard brushed and burned against the sensitive skin of my thighs, making me hotter, making me ache and throb more. I could have shouted my house down, as he eagerly began licking me, tracing figure eights across my clit, dipping down into my wet hole, my pussy clenching on his tongue, eager for more, begging for it. I was so empty and it felt so good.I was building quickly to my peak, aching and rocking, fighting every. He decided to stop for a second and search through his sister’s bra and panties drawer. He found her massive bra and read the tag.“38 DDD. Not bad.”Then he when through Tiffany’s bag since she was staying all night. He found her bra and read the tag.“44 EE. Damn.”“This is going to be good,” he said excited.Tiffany started to bob her head up and down Shawn’s thick huge cock, taking as much of his dick into her mouth as possible. Sage took hold of Tiffany’s head and started helping her push down. His wife had gone into labour and he wanted me to pick his 6yr old up from school. I’d said for a while now that I would if they needed me to. I told Chris not to rush back as I would feed him and put him to bed if he wasn’t back in time. Rob arrived home from work at 6pm and was happy to hear that Chris’ wife had gone into labour. He’d just got into the bath when Chris returned to say he had another boy. I made him and Rob a cuppa. Rob suggested they went to wet the baby’s head and after.