“I hope that feels nice whore; you won’t be allowed to wash your face until tomorrow, and only If you’ve earned it. Oh, and another thing, thes... aren’t nearly tight enough, you little pussy.” I feel your hands push down my bra, your fingers sharply tightening the clamps on my nipples. I cry out through my gag. Once they are tight enough to your liking, you order me to lower my head. You grab the chain linked to the clamps and pull it over the back of my head, letting it drop around my. "Likewise, you're so gorgeous Miss ... Racquel," Peter corrected himself. "Although I did notice things about you, you always kept it hidden," He told her."Can't have all the students staring at my legs and tits or have the bolder ones hitting on me," Racquel smiled, licking her lips. "Although in your case, I might have made an exception." With that, she lowered her cunt onto his cock and began to fuck him with all her might. Peter didn't miss a beat, he positioned himself in the best possible. ” It was a statement not a question and I had no problem obeying. I grabbed her hands and helped her find the buttons to my jeans, which she undid with extreme ease. She pulled them down along with my boxers and slowly began to stroke my cock. “I’ve been wanting to have you all day, I don’t want to wait anymore.” She looked up and I ripped the scarf away from her eyes and threw it on the floor. After blinking a few times she readjusted to the light and smiled up and me. I smiled back and kissed. He knows what I need and some how, some way knows exactly when I need it. As we explore our Dom/Sub roles together the limits to our unique situation have expanded....I am married, but I take my commands from my Dom. He decided who, when and how I fuck...including my husband. This morning, I reported the completion of my task a bit differently, in story form, for what I thought was my Dom's eyes only. His next instructions were for me to post it here...so...I do what I'm told. Enjoy!I woke up.