I’m looking forward tofeeling your loose slut pussy around my cock when I gethome.” Little did she know I was almost there – Ijumped...out of my desk and grabbed a town car as soon asI heard that first “umm…” – I knew that meant my wifehad done something slutty and I just had to be there,work be damned. “Me too. You don’t mind that your wife’s a slut?”“I love it. Babe, you’re getting sluttier and sluttier.Now come to. The woman was neither thin nor fat but she did have some very large and saggy breasts. I had noticed, when she undressed, that her breasts hung below her belly button with her nipples pointing due south, straight down like a pair of udders. The weights stretched them, made them longer.He then took a riding crop and used it on her breasts, bottom and the backs of her legs, they must have been hard strokes as I could see lines appearing where the crop had struck. It took quite a time before she. “Yeah, stupid bitch,” said Amber.“This is gonna be a shopping trip you’ll never forget, slut,” Amber whispered in her ear.The housewife shuddered, partly from the lust that still boiled in her hard pulsating body, partly from pure fear.“May I ask a question, please Mistress Stephanie?” she asked meekly as Amber released her from the handcuffs, freeing her trapped arms.”“Sure thing, slut,” said Stephanie.“What are those things you put, uh, you know...” She couldn’t bear to bring herself to say. As we drove by the women he nodded in disapproval, "Turkanas. Very primitive. Bandits and beggars."The UN compound was adjacent to the airport. A sign outside the gate announced "Operation Lifeline Sudan," the name the UN gave the operation of which I would be a part. The driver parked in front of a thatched roof building with open sides.We walked into the building. A bulletin board at the entrance posted news and announcements. Under the roof was a reception desk and a cafeteria with steam.