It was a pleasant and relaxing evening; we teased each other gently and laughed at each other’s dumb jokes, and I felt very close to her, like we ha... moved beyond the casual sex part of our relationship into something that felt like it could be lasting. Eventually, we started making out, and before long we made our way to my room and climbed into bed.We were in the middle of a very intense fuck when I heard the front door open and close and a heavy suitcase hit the floor. Caitlin and I froze. Would you like to know how you do that?”“Yes, Master,” she said meekly.“By satisfying anyone’s needs, any way possible. What are you, Vanessa?” he asked conversationally.“A slave girl, sir, a slut, a fucktoy, a cunt, a...”“Precisely,” he said, stopping her. “You are the lowest of the low. These women can order you to do whatever they wish.” He looked over at the buxom brunette drying the dishes. “Marcy, what would you order Vanessa to do?”“Eat my pussy, sir. Eat me and lick my asshole, if. You are really enjoying it. Aren’t you?” she asked. Before I could answer I felt this cock twitch and my cock twitch. My wife put her mouth over my cock and took my load as this cock filled my mouth. I did not want to admit it but it tasted great and I swallowed the lot. My wife kissed me and spat my seaman into my mouth, two different flavours in my mouth. “Yes, Yes,” I said, “It was fucking good and tasted great.” The cock was removed and we watched some more porn. My wife leaned over and. "Oh!" Janice stumbled back in horror. Alex had been mutilated! The bed sheets were spotted with blood, his ass had been cut off, and then there were those perfect breasts....Alex was now sobbing for real, pounding the bed with his fists in frustration and anger. "Everything's all turned around! I asked her to fix my ass, and she put a pussy there, OK, but... but... but... but, she put my ass on the wrong side, and... and... and... and, worse, my legs move in all the wrong ways! What.