It all made sense. As I was mulling it all over, Carla came in."Tony. I ain't seen you since you moved up to the sticks. You look good."Now I know why...Sal was smiling. Carla was absolutely gorgeous. Those dark eyes were amazing and all of the baby fat that she used to have, had seemed to have moved to her chest. I knocked over my chair like a klutz, as I jumped to my feet."Tony needs somebody to keep him company in Atlantic City for a few days. Are you up to it?"Her mood seemed to change a. At last I relented. It took two solid gulps to completely swallow my entire load but finally I did it. I gasped loudly for air and almost right away she had moved forward so her wet, juicy pussy lips was now smothering my mouth. "From now on bitch boy, EVERY time you cum you are going to be eating your own load. No exceptions."Nothing more needed to be said. I knew I was going to be doing it and so did she. Over the next 2 hours she expertly used my tongue and mouth to bring herself to at least. They took their juniors with them and gathered in the Head of Protocol's office. By the end of the meeting they had decided to draw up the invitations list as usual, and for the list of people "left off the list" they would supply the Ambassador with an alphabetic order list of every other person who had had any contact with the Embassy in the previous year, however trivial the matter had been. That would run to hundreds of names, and no indication would be given of who or what each person was,. Lately, though, things my have gotten a little out of control. It seems that my husband, Rob, had been discussing domination with a few of his friends at work. He had, after a couple of beers at the local bar, told them about our secret sexual practices. He told them that I liked being a love slave, and would do anything that I was told. I didn't mind that so much. However, one Saturday, the doorbell rang. I went to answer the door, and Hal stood there. He looked at me and asked me if my master.