' She jumped at my side, kissed me on a cheek, put an arm around my hips, and squeezed me. He stumbled some words when four male customers entered the...shop. They were elegantly dressed, wore expensive suits, a kind of 'uniform of big money' like I call the typical outfit in executive circles. Neil quickly explained that the guys had explicitly asked for Liz's assistance, as she made for the door, and greeted the gentlemen by some chitchat. They laughed, and Neil suggested we should not distract. The slave screams herself horse but she is well trained and worships her sadistic goddess so she opens her legs a little wider and pushes her crotch towards the whip strokes, accepting its pain and giving her mistress everything she wants."yes my whore, let mistress beat your cunt-hole raw!" thank you mistress, your whore love you mistress. Beat whore's filthy cunt!"Blow after blow lands on Parisa's cunt, scourging it. Mama shows her no mercy, no love and Parisa worships her for it. Mama only. There’s no bath in the en-suite so I’m going to the main bathroom. I won’t be too long”. Yeah, I saw a lot more than just a dressing gown. “I won’t” I muttered, as I was nearly cumming in my pants. She threw her worn clothes onto the bed and left the room.As soon as she was gone I got onto the bed and without using my hands buried my face into her freshly worn panties. They were still warm and the smell, oh my God, the smell. I sniffed as hard as I could. If I even touched my cock now it would. My wife then went on the computer and went to a site advertising women offering services for fees. There was my wife’s profile. She was offering a 30 minute meeting for £60 and an hour for £100. She was willing to negotiate fees for longer meetings. All meetings would be at her home or in a campervan. The list of her services was wide ranging and she was available to meet from today. She told me to click on the ‘meetings’ buttons and there was already a list of men wanting to meet and she had.