" It was common practice for him to call me names like babe, and even for me to crash in his guest room if we had a few drinks. I walked to the porch ...nd somewhere between my car and standing two feet in front of him, my choice was made. I reached out grabbed a fistful of his T-shirt and kissed him. I heard the bottle hit the porch floor as his hands found my waist. His right hand roamed up my back and into my hair. I felt him wrap his hand around my ponytail and tug my hair. My head tilted,. She kissed then gently bit the top of my ear. Then in a very sexy and wanton voice Barb said. "I'm very wet aren't I? I have been horny thinking about you all night and also when Jack didn't show up at the Hilton, I met Bob. A lot of that wetness you are feeling in me is from Bob."I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I almost climaxed in my pants. As I pressed my fingers deeper inside I noticed that her pussy felt a lot slicker than it normally does from Barb' own natural lubrication. I put. A small, low door gave egress from the walled space we have been describing into the projected street, the ground having been abandoned as unproductive by its various renters, and had now fallen so completely in general estimation as to return not even the one-half per cent it had originally paid. Towards the house the chestnut-trees we have before mentioned rose high above the wall, without in any way affecting the growth of other luxuriant shrubs and flowers that eagerly dressed forward to. Without hesitation. Remember this is for your own good. Then she opens my mouth and spits inside my mouth. She closes my mouth and tells me to swallow. Remember you are my slave. I own you. Even you’re a pathetic excuse for a man, you’re still my husband. We have a contract. You promised to honor and obey. Get used to it. I’m liking the control I have over you.My wife stayed home while Mistress and I went for a drive. We visited the first store and the sales clerk welcomed Mistress by her first.