“Do you really want to know?” I ask. “Only if you want to tell me,” he answers with a nice smile. “Slut!” is all I can think of to say. �...No! No my dear. You are not a slut. Please get that out of your mind,” he says quickly. As I walk into the hut, there is a big surprise waiting for me. “And this?” “Late breakfast,” he says and pulls out a chair at the table for me. “Wow! When did you have time for this?” “I booked in last night.” After the late breakfast, I help him clean up and we take our. That was okay, not what I expected, but a nice touch. At last my wish was granted, but it seemed like I had forgotten something. Something fairly important.Like I said, I had always fantasized about my wife taking control. I just never imagined she would be so good at it. She teased me relentlessly, sucking me to hardness and then sliding her juicy sex over my chest and back to my mouth for me to service her, all the while pinching my nipples or slapping my cock against my stomach."Please. I came nosily and gripped the table as Shaun continued fucking his dick into me right through my orgasm; I looked across at Gerald and Trevor who had now removed their dicks from their trousers and were slowly wanking them. I continued to watch for a minute and thought about how a sixty plus year old cock would feel as I’d never been screwed by one before. I thought their dicks looked of decent length and girth but seemed a lot less solid as the cock that was doing such a good job in my cunt. "Too bad you can't see the collar," came the voice as a woman and a maneach in a red devil's costume complete with pitchfork stepped in front ofher. As the woman attached a leash to the collar she told Jonell thatthe collar was made of white rhinestones except for a series of red oneswhich spelled out her new status of slave.Jonell felt a stirring at her crotch as she reacted to the situation. Itwas so much one of her recurring fantasies. She now regretted the small,tight, and very.