I slowly walked in my bedroom my heart pounding even faster as I got nearer my husband who didn’t have a clue his wife was behind him, the slut he w...s fucking was still moaning and making way to much noise, oh fuck oh fuck, yeah, right there, oh fuck she wailed out while my hubby fucked her hard on MY bed. I walked behind my husband and quickly grabbed his cock as hard as I could and pulled it free from the slut’s pussy, my husband was so fucking scared, stuttering he said hi honey, What the. At the heart of my submission to my Master is, of course, that my body belongs entirely to him and is his to use as and when he sees fit. As a slave I am expected to keep my body ready to be used at all times. All my body hair must be removed and I must always be, of course, scrupulously clean. I always wear skirts, not trousers, and am forbidden from wearing panties at anytime. Master must have free access to me at all times. Nothing matters but Master’s pleasure and satisfaction. My pleasure. I walked in on Mom when she was changing clothes. I didn't know until then that women's breasts could sag so far when they were older.Now since Mom took off, I'm living in the basement of our unfinished house. Did I mention that I went to the high school across town until we moved over here when Mom left. One more reason to pick on me. In addition to being small and a nerd, I am new.So far my sexual experience has been limited to mother palm and her five daughters. Last year I stayed over night. " "You got the hots for Aislynn?" I derided as he beat a retreat for thelavatory. Jeese! Our close-knit troupe was more like a family than a social club so itwas hard to believe he was horny over one of the girls. That's almost as bad as--as, well, say him really moving on me inSheila drag in real life! **** "Wants Sheila to baby-sit--tonight??" I balked over homework in mybedroom. "Why didn't Mrs. Mahoney phone me before?" Without lifting his head from his books Kevin shrugged. "I guessshe.