Getting up Joe walked into the bathroom, Robin was standing in the shower, letting the water flow over her body. Robin had just finished her shower wh...n she noticed him walk in. ‘I hope I did not wake you, Master?’ Robin asked, a smile on her face, stepping out of the shower. ‘No you didn’t wake me, pet,’ Joe replied smiling. ‘I made some coffee, would you like a cup, Master? I can bring a cup in here for you.’ Robin asked. ‘No thanks, I will just take a quick shower and join you in the. She needs it.” She grabbed my hair and stood me up. “You slutty bitch. You are here for my pleasure, not yours. I will decide when you come. It will not be before you have been punished for being late. Luckily for you, it is time for your punishment.” This filled me with trepidation. I wanted to be punished and allowed to come. Mostly I wanted to please her. There was a pair of nipple clamps tied to each other with a chain on the table. She sucked my nipples to get them good and hard , even. His tongue left a wet, slimy trail up her stomach and to her aching breasts. First one, then the other of her nipples and areolas were sucked into his mouth. His teeth nibbled on her nipples, almost painfully. All the time, his fingers were stroking her pussy and rubbing each side of her clit. When he finally reached her lips and stuck a thick tongue inside, she could still taste herself. Her husband was really going all out tonight, their last night! Her pussy lips were still spread as he. He had come a long way but not so far as she wouldn’t take great delight in verbally booting his backside at backsliding. Another grimace, but this time whether or not at the thought of what she would do or at the murdered metaphor he wasn’t certain..... That was better; humour and a rueful internal admission of mentally slacking off a bit, acceptable in the circumstances but not to be wallowed in. Actually he’d had a damn good time today, he always did with her, but today had been more than.