Let me be your whore. Fuck me. Use me.” Bobby moved so that I was bending over, holding the back of a chair for support while he sawed savagely in a...d out of me, hammering me harder and harder. “So good, it feels so good,” I gasped. Fuck me! Fuck me! Ooohhh Master, fuck your slave hard!” Even though it had been implied on several occasions, I'd never been called a slave, now I was emphatically labeling myself, offering myself to him if he wanted me. “I like my slave girls to have a hot, tight. "You heard about my husband?" Vanessa asked, turning serious, her hand at her heart."Some," I admitted, sniffing her perfume. She may have been a bit heavy--handed in its use."I made a stupid mistake when I was mad at my father, married a man I hardly knew because he was so pretty, came from such a good family. He was about ten years older; so I thought, well, Vanessa, he will be mature, stable, you know, all grown up, and I can learn to be a good wife, mistress of his fine estate with his. In addition to smaller versions of most of the guest facilities,there were class rooms, locker rooms, and a service bar and cafeteria. Cindy explained that the service bar prepared drinks for the guests, aswell as herbal tonics and the like. Employees and contractors wereemphatically not allowed to drink alcohol or other intoxicants on site,even when off shift. However, they could get soft drinks, smoothies, andnon alcoholic herbals there. Their versions of the facilities served double duty.. I guess I should thank you Helena. But ... how exactly did you coach him?"Helena chuckled, "We did role playing. I mean I played you on the phone." Unh-hunh," Lindy replied seriously, "and what else?" Nothing else really," Helena replied. Her suddenly languid features must have revealed something to Lindy I didn't see. Jealousy entered the fray again but with far less intensity. "He didn't need any other coaching." So all you did for him was to role play me?" I didn't say that. I said he didn't.