I’m supposed to wear something slutty? I don’t have anything like that." she then looks at her skirts none of which would be considered slutty. Se...y yes but not slutty. So for lack of options she grabs a reds spaghetti dress and lays it out on the bed. Reached to the end table and reaches in the drawer for a pair of scissors. With out any real measuring she marks off about 3 inched and starts to cut a straight line across. "There that should be slutty enough". She throws the scrap in the. "Chantal, since you were the aggrieved person, you get to punish. TWO strokes NO more. Are we clear on that?" Yes Ms Red – only two" sounding very disappointed."I want My toy to be able to sit with us at the dinner table tomorrow at our family Thanksgiving dinner. A little discomfort while sitting is OK with Me but I don't want him too distracted by pain. I would not make for an enjoyable dinner for all of us." Go ahead, whenever you're ready."A searing pain like never before hit me and then. He smiled at me (as was customary when meeting someone new), stretched out his hand to shake mine in a greeting, and I felt my knees wobble. I quickly recovered, hopefully quickly enough so he did not even notice. About a month later, I was working for the man that coveted my fantasies and worked his way into my dreams by just the sound of his voice. Meetings were difficult, for as he stood there and spoke in front of the group, I could only stare. His eyes always took me to a far away place. We both pulled Dheeraj from the backseat and carried him into the lift. Dheeraj was out cold and showed no signs of waking up anytime soon. My hand was crushed between Dheeraj and Ghazal’s breasts all this while in the lift. Ghazal kept looking into my eyes, full of lust. She wanted more. She wanted to fuck like a slut, all night long. Ghazal opened the door to their condo and I took him to the bedroom. Ghazal locked the door and followed me into the bedroom. I made Dheeraj sleep on his back,.