I told my husband about my day while watching Chester watching a gangbang movie. I told my husband that I had meet up with Kate and Joan again and th...t they wanted to go out for some drinks the next few nights and to not worry “I’ll make sure they behave honey”. My husband knew of Kate and Joan and felt relaxed knowing I and they were in good hands. I got off the phone and walked over to Chester who now had a huge bulge in his pants, watching porn. I told him he should go and that maybe I. His hands lightly curled around my wrists. The expression on his face wasn’t one of disgust or horror, more disappointment. “I can’t, my girlfriend is inside,” he said. “I won’t tell if you won’t,” I replied, and launched myself at him again. This time the kiss lasted longer, tasted sweeter. I felt his tongue inside my mouth and thought I might just orgasm on the spot. Thinking of that tongue now makes me think of other places it could’ve gone. But he pulled away again, breathing heavily and. I still have it here in front of me, and as ordered I read it aloud. “The slave Kunt agrees to become property of Master Q from now until 4pm on Monday May 26th. The slut will do as instructed, when and how instructed, or punishment will be administered. The limits are as follows. The slut will take a minimum of 20 (twenty) different loads of cum in her pussy. Each cum load in her pussy will be marked in some lasting form on her right thigh, any other tally or counts must not be permanent. No. Modesty and fear have been forgotten, I can't get enough of his probing fingers. Exposed, I am begging for it with every fiber of my being. Every muscle, every nerve ending is screaming at me, fuck me, fuck me now, fuck me hard, deep... but his fingers just keep sliding in and out of my self-lubricating holes.The muscles in my little rosebud stretch, accepting, even welcoming, the alien invader. The sensation of the thick, rough thumb insistently prodding up this forbidden passage is.