I was terribly jealous and emensly excited all at the same time. I had seen his huge fat cock in the shower. I imagined it penetrating and spreading m... Jenny's sweet tight pussy. I strained to hear snatches of whispered conversation. the situation had become more serious. the giggling had stopped, replaced by tones of a more serious and cajoling nature. "Relax, doesn't that feel good?" "Slip these off." "It's ok, give me your hand, hummm, wouldn't that feel good if it was in there?" I could. I was allowed this small mercy only on the rare occasions that she felt she needed to reward me in some way.I was able to induce her to penetrate my cock with some ad hoc "sounds", including her little finger. She regarded this as weird, but admitted that she was rewarded by my allowing her to make myself so vulnerable to her.So that was the extent of our non-standard sex repertoire. And it was always at my instigation. For my greater fulfilment, I needed to submit to these activities, not. "You have my permission to ... to ... fuck or suck him off. Mr. Walters; I have no idea whether she is a good cocksucker. Maybe she was good before we married; I don't know. I do know that she does anything well that she puts her mind to. Jennifer, honey, you have my permission to do that stuff; to ... to ... suck him off."Jennifer was crushed. Her world was spinning. Goosebumps rushed from her feet up her body and up the back of her neck. This was the most vile think she could think of. And. "Turning away she said, "Well I've got things to do, even if you don't."After Violetta left something she had said set Jacqui thinking. If the only way to control access to her cunt herself was to be Madame of a brothel, why shouldn't she open one herself? Not wanting to let this idea go, she started to make a mental list of what she would need.Money.Money to buy food, money to buy girls, money to buy equipment, money to buy a building. How do you get money? Well there were her wages, and her.