But he has commanded it, he has spoken. Yes, when my Master speaks, I obey.The car stops and the door latches pop. He brings a hand to my cheek and ca...esses it, before kissing my forehead. I lean to kiss his lips, but he holds me back. I have not earned the right to kiss my Master.I smile, knowing it's my time and push the coat off my shoulders. I open the door and great the world, my nude body instantly gaining attention. With a numb mind I march with a purpose to the orange phallus. It seems. My nipples tingled. They had grown hard feeling my husband lick my pussy. I watched him dip and ladle. I watched his dip down like a swallow capturing mayfly over the river. The feeling of his supplicant tongue on my pussy was exquisite! He bobbed up and trembling with anger, trembling with so many mixed emotions and the racing addiction to spice he showed me it. Marcus's spice-infused semen was seated there. 'You may swallow' I whispered and watched him descend into spice obsession. 'How does. Her name was Pamela. She was 51 years old, more than a dozen years my senior. She weighed 265, over forty pounds more than me. She stood 6' 1", just an inch taller than me. But much of her weight was in the enormous globes on her chest. I would find out later that she wore a 52-JJJ bra that she had to have specially made. Now as she worked on the last of the hooks she had her eyes closed and was concentrating on the contraption. Silently I watched as she pulled the material away and revealed. Figuring out humiliating ways to get myself fired is some of the most fun I've had.My last job was fast food.I'd show up a few minutes before ten o'clock, my uniform freshly washed and pressed, face made up and all smiles. I busted my ass till noon, took a mandatory ten minute break, then dazzled everyone with how easily I handled the lunch rush. I worked quickly and efficiently, was always pleasant to the customers and my co-workers loved me. At exactly two-thirty, I’d punch out, say goodbye.