I’d assumed that turning Marcie into my personal sex-slave, happy to wrap herself around my cock whenever the opportunity presented itself and do ev...rything short of fucking her father ... that, to me, suggested absolute obedience.But apparently not.“Would you tell me if you’d tell her about you and me?”“No.”Damn it.“Would you tell me if you told her why you called me Master?”“Yes.”“Did you tell her why you called me Master?”“No.”“Why not?”“It’s private.”I could almost feel my heart-rate. He goes to stand up but she turns around reverse cowgirl and lowers herself onto his dick feeling every inch opening her up she begins to moan as she is sitting on his dick riding it bouncing up and down he pulls her tits out grabbing them and squeezing her nipples. She leans forward her hands touching his feet as she rides him puffing and panting as her legs grow weaker but she continues using the car door for leverage she bounces harder as he moans, spanking her and watching her big arse. He was staring at the screen as if he was unaware what he was doing. My wife was making no attempt move his hand and at one point I’m sure she smiled. From being tensed up when I first looked, she now seemed to be relaxing and didn’t react when his fingers slowly moved downwards, stroking their way to her breast. After about a minute his hand was covering her breast and slowly moving around. I looked at his face and he was still staring straight ahead. Then I noticed that his other hand was on. He had cum, so maybe they would just spend the night together now and she would leave in the morning. The reality of what she had just done, suddenly hit her again. What if her family and friends found out? How would she ever be able to look them in the eye again. Panic was beginning to take her over, when he got up and fixed them another drink. She gladly took this and almost downed it in one. It gave her some comfort and she soon realised that he was not finished with her yet.He moved his.