She then touched me through my panties and I arched my back toward her roaming hand. She continued moving her mouth down my body and was sticking her ...ongue in my belly button and swirling around. Her other hand has on my knee and she was applying pressure to my legs so that I would open them widely to her exploring hands. I gladly obliged because the heat she was giving me was more than I could stand. I wanted more. She was now running her tongue over the top of my panties and I knew that she. What shall I ever do?” Sarcasm seething fromhis every word. “Tell me that you’re a Slut.” “I’m a Slut.” A swift slap sends her rocking back almost losing her balance. “No!You will address me as Husband and tell me WHY you are such a Slut. Tellme about how you love a cock in your ass, how you love it when I cum downyour throat, how you love being treated like the Slut you are.” “Y..Yes Husband,” she sniffles. He pulls. Gwen then began pulling the hose into position and attachingthe garters to them. When she was finished, I had smooth and silkynylons hugging my legs.Mistress then told me it was time for my chores. She directed me tofollow her and we walked to the end of the room and through the door theyhad entered by. I found myself in a hall with a number of doors oneither side. Mistress selected one and walked in with me following andGwen behind me. I was not fully prepared for what greeted me as. I saw his mocking humour, and a smile came to my face. “Yes,” I answered with a smirk. His face broke out into an open laugh seeing that I shared the deprecation of my marriage vows. “Well I’d best not mark you too much, or he’ll be carrying on about you being a dirty, fucking whore and a slut.” We grinned broadly at each other, enjoying his mockery of my husband.The smile left my face in a moment, as the wide, flat leather came thrashing down across my breasts. “Arrrgh!” I shrieked, my face.