We were both moaning now and she must have liked the pain because she turned around and said ‘hit me.’ This took me aback, but I could see that sh... was serious and her imploring eyes were practically begging me to do it. She took my hand, which had been holding her breast, to her ass and I knew what to do. I started slapping it, hard, as I entered her and it built up in speed and intensity until I was worried that I was going to hurt her. However she loved it, her stifled screams weren’t. “Ten. He leaves at about half past nine. We could have a couple of hours before he gets back, then I’ll cook lunch, then Chris would like to watch you make love to me if you don’t mind?”“I won’t come to make love to you, but I’d enjoy fucking you again,” David said to make his attitude completely clear.“But can Chris watch? He’s trying to make it a condition but I want you anyway. We just don’t have to tell him when or where if you don’t want an audience.”“I’ve thought about that and I don’t. I want to be your mistress Sir. I want you inside my body Sir.” But I had no intention of satisfying Neha so soon. I did not even open my cloths yet and I didn’t let her touch me anywhere. I wanted her to starve and beg me to let her use my cock. She told me “Sir please open your cloths, I cannot take this separation, I want your body inside me right now.” I felt proud that she was dying to have sex with me, but it was still too early. I told her “Neha I will only open my cloths after you beg. Now get your ass dressed and hop up on our bed – I’ll be there in a moment.’ I’ve got to be honest, I had a hard time stuffing my rising cock into those small red panties and the stocking felt very nice on my bare legs but the garter belt was completely foreign to me and a bit awkward to put on but I eventually figured it out and slipped onto the bed as my wife had ordered. I sat there for a few moments admiring my girly outfit before being brought back to reality by that now all too familiar.