’ I heard him get up and felt his hand undo the slipknot of my leash. ‘Remember slut, you keep your eyes closed until you are told.’ I nodded an... then I felt his hand grab hold of my wig, and my ear as well. It hurt a little but not unbearable as wrenched on my ear, pulling my head sideways. ‘Answer me slut!’ ‘Yes sir.’ he released my ear and I straightened my head but was completely unaware of what he was doing until his hand slammed against my cheek. The sound seemed to echo in my head as my. The morning went a lot like the prior afternoon had and I was left weak and breathing hard. I told Larry that we were leaving in the morning and gave him my cell phone number. About a week later, one morning after Harold had gone to work, I got a text from Larry. It said, Send me your address and I will pick you up in an hour. I had been hoping that he would call so I promptly returned his text with my address. I spent the hour cleaning myself and picking out a sexy outfit to wear and fixing my. The look on Bella's face was priceless. She looked even happier than when I gave her bacon treats! I wondered if she'd even want my dick again after this year was done. What if Tom spoiled both of my bitches beyond the point I could reclaim either of them? That night, I went back to Tom's home horny as hell. As soon as I walked through the door, I began groping and teasing Jenna, I had an idea...I suggested we go for a walk in the park after getting her revved up and we did, the thought of. I stammered in reply, “Just this afternoon while sunning myself on my deck. I was fantasizing my husband’s return.” “Harleigh, you like the taste of your pussy, don’t you?” I expectantly worried she was about to instruct me to taste myself for her to see, just as she had tasted herself for me to see. The thought scared me, but also excited me. Instead, she continued, “You’ve never tasted another woman’s pussy, have you, Harleigh?” “No,” I meekly acknowledged, “just my own.” “Would you like to.