She looked sexy as sin, and pleaded for another orgasm from the man I didn't know. I confess to watching for a few moments.As I did, I glanced around ...he room. To my surprise Doug sat in a chair opposite the bed. His eyes were glued on his wife, focused on where the large cock sawed into her cunt. He also was naked and slowly stroking his penis. I split my time watching Marcie and then Doug. Both seemed in some nirvana: Marcie because of the fuck she was eagerly participating in, and Doug. ‘I’m the one he hates.’ And then she walked away. There’s still no question in my mind that it’s stupid of me to have her here, but until I’m getting paid or can find a place to stay for free, I don’t know what to do. Maybe I should just call AJ and talk to him, let him know where I stand on all of this. Let him know how disgusted I am by Jasmine’s actions. That might help. Anyway, those are questions for later. After four weeks of sleeping on a hideaway mattress and moping around the. “Kinky.” I strapped on the ball gag and bent over again, to show off the butt plug. When I looked over my shoulder at them, they went crazy taking picture after picture. The tents in their trousers were very clearly visible now. They were going to be in need of some relief. I knelt down on all fours and lifted my bum into the air. The two of them loved that and started inching closer as they took their pictures. Shop assistant took out his cock at that stage; I don’t think he could help. She loved being told that she was a good slave girl. Doubt scrabbled ineffectually at the surface of her mind, but it could gain no purchase in the face of the utter certainty in those words. It was hard to think about not wanting to be a slave girl. It was easy to know she was one. It was hard to think about why she was swirling her tongue around the head of Master’s cock. It was easy to lick away each new drop of creamy precum and easy to shiver in bliss as his hips bucked and his cock.