He said he was the Master most of the time in this relationship with his wife. I wasn't sure of what he meant by most of the time but as a slave you d...n't ask questions.After we got back to the house his first words were to his Nr. 1 slave (his wife Joanne) was get over here and make yourself useful. Than he said to me John (slave Nr 2) get on all 4 NOW!, He was getting upset and said you good for nothing bitch that was not fast enough. Than he yelled hey schlampe (Joanne) get over here and. Enough to be able to sanction a really REALLY thorough thrashing of her naughty posterior.Catherine stared at her client. He was a tall gentleman. A little older than her she mused. Boot polished black hair turning gray at the temples. Clean shaven and wearing a pair of silver-framed round spectacles that lent him the air of a Man of God in all but name. She had realized the moment she had entered his study having changed into her outfit that the name of the game was roleplay in its truest. . Muze nanga kar do, meri ye bra ke andar se mere boobe bahar aane ko machal rahe haon, inhe nikaal do aur chuus lo,Muze jawani ka mazaa de do”. She was completely charged up. I did the same and while I was taking off her bra, her boobs were towards the window where Shyam was standing and he saw the mesmerizing view of boobs coming out of bra.I stared sucking her boobs and pressing them. I was so excited today as I knew we’ve been watched live. Then I stood up on one side (next to the window). When he caught up to her he found her crying. Nick stopped short confused unsure of what he should do next. He saw her shoulders shudder with each sob. Guilt washed over him after he thought how harsh he had been with her. She had come back to open up to him and had risked her life to save his and he was acting like a jerk. At that moment he wanted only to comfort her and soothe away her pain. He couldn't help thinking she was right about one thing she was different. One moment she seemed so.