I start the long walk back to my car, already getting some looks but nothing crazy that I haven’t gotten before. I get into my car and let Sir know ...hat I am on my way, I text him a quick selfie so that he knows what to look for. I put on my sunglasses and start the drive to the hotel.Chapter 5My car pulled into the hotel parking lot and my hands were so sweaty, I hope that my Sirs expectations weren’t too crazy. My instructions were to wait for him in the lobby and he would be down to get me.. Next was the lotion for my hair. Taking the first strand of hair, I takea deep breath, add a curler, use a bobby pin to attach it then curl itup, and hold it in place with a curler pin. It was so exciting that Ihave to do another and another. Soon I am sad because my hair is full andI cannot do any more.The sadness dissolved when I took a hand held mirror so I could see thesides and back. There was as girly a head as I ever seen without makeup.It was so great I had to stare for a few minutes. I could feel her fingers move deep into my asshole as she kept on hurling abuses and insults right into my ears. “You are my slave from today,” she said into my years. “You do as I say, I use you in any way you want; and if I feel happy, you get rewarded” she kept on saying.She kept nibbling on my earlobes, harder than she should. I was still trying to wrap my head around what was happening. A simple aunty from the neighbourhood had turned into my BDSM master. I was standing in a strange room,. As soon as he got up my second husband came and started kissing me passionately. He was hugging me tightly and squeezing my tits on top of my blouse. He was inserting his tongue in my mouth and sucking me like anything. By the time he left me and the third husband came to me to kiss me i had started feeling hot. I felt his warm hands on my waist. He kept on kissing me for about 10 mins, non stop, when he released me i was gasping for breath. As soon as i caught my breath a bit, my other two.