At least this hadn’t diminished me in her eyes; I was still her strict Mistress. If anything, I think she viewed this as what can happen when a subm...ssive doesn’t follow the rules.“Maria, do you like to be fucked slow and sweet? Or do you prefer hard, fast, and deep?” Brad asked as he got behind her, bent her over the couch, and pushed the head of his rock-hard shaft into her tight, wet hole.“Mmm, start slowly, Brad, so I can savor the feeling of your thick meat opening me up. Then, eventually,. He opened another box and found an old school uniform. A blue jumper, awhite shirt, grey trousers. He ran his hand along the buttons of theshirt, which still sat on the left, and held the trousers in his graspfor a long time, thinking about a million things and nothing at all atthe same time. His Mum had always called him a dreamer, and perhaps shewas right.A tired looking box in the corner revealed his first army uniform. He'dbeen so proud when he'd first put it on, but now he could barely. Hannah's petulant face twisted with lust as Milly threw Wendy at my feet. "I resisted, but then I discovered the joys of directly serving the God-King. His harem is full of delights." Unless you want to go back to join the others whores," Brenda giggled. She was a voluptuous beauty with a pair of huge tits. "Do you want to service our Lord's soldiers?" I think she does," my wife purred as she lounged beside me. "Why else does the whore resist? She must yearn to be taken over and over, her pussy. Her hands were touching the counter and she leaned forward, exposing her cleavage as her arms pushed her tan breasts together, still glistening from the wet of the rain. She smiled and I smiled back and it felt like I had been hypnotized. “Sooo, what do you want to do?” She asked breaking the tension. “This storm looks like its only getting worse. Do you have a radio or something?” All I could think about was what was under her clothes. “Umm, yeah.” I managed to respond. “I think there.