I have always been turned on my being called a bitch, feeling like I am being used to provide pleasure to someone else, feeling helpless and....used. ... was straining at my bonds to reach you, aching to taste you, to feel you use my mouth and cum on my face. I begged for your touch as I watched you slide your panties off. The burn of my bottom and humiliation of earlier fuelling my need for your pussy in my mouth. Parting my legs in the expectation that I would feel your tongue. I was begging. I went home and did not say a thing. I told the Filipino maid/nanny that Ruth would be detained and that I would need her assistance in talking care of Randolph. Ruth did not show up until after New Year's Day.I knew two things, I was no longer married, and I was going to get even. Not being married was easy because I would just not act like I was a loving husband. Getting even was going to be much more difficult. My problem is that I am a nice guy by nature not nurture. I don't know how to not. The doorbell rang & it was time to eat, the girls answered the door naked (like we agreed earlier). To my surprise a very cute Chinese girl delivered the food (I thought it would be a young man). Ashley & Amber knew the girl they called her by her name Kim. Kim was in her early twenties also, a little smaller then Ashley & Amber but just as cute with a great body from what I could tell. Kim brought the food in & put it on the table. The girls talked amongst themselves for a few minutes. Then. After that… will you let me fuck it?”“Maybe,“ I teased. “What would you like to fuck it with?”“I want to lick it, and lick it, and lick it, then with your permission, I want to fuck it with my tongue.”“What about my pussy? My pussy needs love too,” I enquired.“While my tongue’s deep in your bum, I’d love to slide my arms under your cheeks and around the outside of your hips so my fingertips can worship your clit.”“Tell me how you want to worship my clit,” I panted.“I’m going to rub it slowly.