She did and the crotch of both our pants bulged noticeably outward. “Lets take this party into he bedroom” I suggested. Judy stopped and looked at...me, “we have personal things in there honey.” I approached her, “I’ love to take some nudes of you anyway sweetie, just go with it and have fun. We got into the bedroom and I undid my wife's bikini top. “This is my husband?” she said to nobody in particular as her glorious tits broke loose of their restraint and into full view of the openly horny man. This was also one of his last questions."Are you a good slave girl, Rita?"I had to repeat it over and over."Yes, Master Rob. I am good slave girl Rita" Tell me Rita, what do slave girls do?"I answered, "Slave girls like to obey their Master" Who are you?" I am good slave girl Rita" What do slave girls do?" Slave girls like to obey their Master"This went on for quite some time. I was in a kind of trance by the time we were finished. Master Rob then put a leash around my neck took and told me to. The long blonde hair and big blue eyes. She was wide eyed and scared and wanted to scream. Stared at the pretty face and the very full chest she slowly slid off her gown. Then gawked at her own body. The huge chest that had seemed so inviting in the picture were alive and on her body. The nipples sprang to life she had to be a very full D cup if not larger. Looking don she saw a pierced belly button and a small cross tattooed next to it. She had become a centerfold. A living goddess among. I was particularly shy below the waist and covered up soon after lovemaking. I also had this perhaps unhappy trait that my desires were deep within me. It took a lot to make me want sex. The wedding night was different as the strong anticipation drove the libido. On subsequent occasions I needed the mood, the ambience and the stimulus to get me going. That was another thing I learnt. I was different. My loving sister, even though she was much more conservative than me in appearance and.