“You are wonderful my dirty little slut!” I purred seductively. “Your mouth is one of the best that I have ever felt……………………�.... but……………………. we have other things to do.” As I spoke these words I helped her to her feet. Carefully I guided her over to the bed, backing her up until she could feel the mattress against the backs of her legs. Just as carefully I laid her down on her back. Then bringing her feet up onto the bed, placing her heels next to her bottom I softly said. “Open wide for. “When?” She made no sound except to utter a small moan of pain. My husband didn’t order her to speak, and I suspected hewas enjoying my charge-taking performance. “Make her answer me.” “You may answer the mistress little cunt, ” I let go of her rosy, now red nipple. “He uses it when I am disobedient or when he is displeased.” I turned it over and over. “It must be excruciating.” “Yes Mistress, ” she said just above a whisper. Somehow, I think I enjoyed the sound of. It looked and felt so perfect to hold her. To kiss her was like sinking into a warm eclair. Closing my eyes she filled my senses, arousing me to aching need. I knew she felt pain as I entered her hot tight body. I tasted the salty tears as I kissed her face. Our lovemaking lasted the whole night. Her natural delight in the pleasure I gave her was arousing in itself. It seemed we would never have enough of each other. In the hours of the morning, we slept contentedly, our legs entwined.I awoke. So mag in hand I set off up the stairs pulling my fly down as i went so as to get a good head start. I turned the corner into the toilet and collided right into one of my work colleagues. ‘Shit’ said and my hands flew up instinctively.The magazine fell to the floor and landed wide open. My mate jumped back in shock at the collision,then he glanced down at the mag,then up at my open fly with my John Thomas on full show again. That is one of those moments in life no guy ever wants to be faced.