She began to wonder what she would do and decided to just go with her feelings and enjoy Jeffrey. Everything with David would be dealt with. It was cl...ar to her that she couldn't stay with David. But how could she get him to admit he was cheating without admitting she had hired a private investigator?She slipped into nude thigh-high stockings, a short, tailored gray pin-striped skirt; a black velvet chemise-like top was slid on before her matching short cropped blazer and black heels. Her hair. They humiliated me while I sucked and licked his cock and balls, pleasing this old man in front of his wife. I loved it. Get up here boy he said as he grabbed me and forced me on the bed. He fingered me until he could fit three fingers in with ease. Then I felt his cock head press against my hole. Fuck that boy hard like the little slut he is the wife said as she saw her husband’s cock slide in me. They humiliated me some more as I was getting fucked. Slut boy, faggot, boy toy, you love cock in. They lead a life of base sex and debauchery. How could I be such a one? It would be better to die here.”“Answer me several questions, Esther, before you make your decision,” I rejoined.“How many of the village men have had sex with you?” I asked.“Almost all of them, Master,” she replied, “I am a slave.”“How long has this been happening?” I returned.“For the last four planting seasons, Master,” she replied, in a quavering voice.“What have you to show for all of this, Esther?” I asked in a low. That functions way better than words in situations like this. After allhe can tell what I am here for from a mile away, there?s no sense in playingshy, is there? I am wearing very heavy make-up, partly to conceal that I amwell into my forties and partly because I know it will attract just the kind ofmen I am looking for. They will get the message even though I might not besaying anything to them verbally. Of course, my attire helps my cause. The thinblouse I am wearing can barely contain my.