" How much differently did you expect to be treated when you went to work as a slave rather than as a houseworker?" I didn't really think about it. It...was a spur of the moment idea. Not much I suppose. Perhaps be ordered about a bit more, maybe made to wear a skimpy dress." I really hadn't considered how I would cope with the slave part of the offer."How would you feel if I said that I wanted to take the term slave literally?" What like chaining me up and whipping me and forcing me to do sex. I can make myself cum in under a minute when I'm really turned on, and I had many wonderful climaxes standing there ogling the curves of Alison's body, or the face of someone browsing through the sports bras . I just loved the rush it gave me to experiencing that kind of wicked sensation, to be doing something so primal and base, in what felt like plain view of a store full of people. The most intense climaxes I remember were the ones when there was a customer standing an arms length away,. I’m in fact going to own her soon! What else I can ask from this life. My little brother was jumping up and down with joy! She then slowly moved towards my cock again. My cock was still shining with the moisture he got from her mouth. This time when she bent down to take my cock in her mouth, her hard nipples pressed against my thigh! Ohhhh, I felt as if I got shock from them! Now I understood why she went and removed her top. She wanted to give my thighs a nice massage with her boobs while her. "Actually it was a pair of panties over my gaffe. I took a deep breathand yanked them down together while still managing to hold up my skirt.How humiliating. I thought I was going to melt into the floor at thatmoment. The doctor - my wife's lover - was now looking at my pathetic"Little Princess", looking even smaller than it really was as a result ofthe constant compression of the gaffe. But worse than that - far worse -was that he was also looking at the results of a bikini waxing Debbie.