Leave it then.Priya: No no. Teach me then.She told me with a shy but naughty smile. I too smiled in a naughty way and stood close to her. I moved my h...nd over her arm. Slowly grabbed her hand and brought it to her thighs.I grazed her inner thigh with my hand. Then took her hands in my hand and slowly guided her fingers through her thighs. I placed her hands between her legs. I then looked at her face. Her face was red with shame, and her eyes were closed.I leaned towards her and planted a small. Tim: I’ll be waiting for you out front. Thanks so much.Again, the others in the office watch as Tim leaves at a quarter after twelve. Another strange occurrence for Tim. Tim always brings a sandwich in a brown bag for his lunch. It is a ritual to watch him take the bag from his briefcase, lay the sandwich on the bag next to his computer at one o’clock, and eat while he works.A buzz starts around the office about this, how there is something different about Tim. He’s worked at this company. "Shut up..." I said as I pulled him by his shirt as we walked home, we went chatting all the way home until we stopped in front of my house."What buttface...? Not gonna let me go home?" He asked."Hey...hum...no one is home right now...wanna...make me company?" I asked."Oh...alright..." He said turning to my house as I opened the door."Make yourself at home..." I said as he only took off his shoes, I sat on the couch and he sat by my side leaning over my shoulder."Wow...boney..." he. Your slave-wife would do anything for you. Anything at all. She would worship the ground on which you stand and would kiss your feet for the pleasure and privilege of being yours. She would eat your cum out of another woman’s pussy or ass, or just plain eat another woman out if it pleased you ... Master,” Carly declared as she dried me off now.“Wow, you really mean this stuff, don’t you? You really want to be my ‘slave-wife, ‘ as you put it, don’t you?” I asked her outright.“Oh, God, yes! I.