I pulled back from her pussy and before she could miss me I pressed two fingers against her glistening pussy entrance. My fingers easily pushed into h...r, parting her pussy lips so I could thrust them deep inside her, deeper than my tongue could reach.Cindy shrieked, "Ahhhh, fuck that's good", at the feel of my fingers stroking inside her pussy. I looked up, and she was a beautiful sight. Cindy had her eyes closed and was playing with her breasts through her top, her mouth open as she moaned. A medium sized dildo in my ass substituting for his cock and I was seconds away from shooting.I scooped up my cum, mixed with the cold piss on my chest, and licked all of it off my hands, telling myself I was under orders. There was no new e-mail for a full three days, and I figured I had failed whatever test he was performing with the questions.Then came another e-mail with orders. Explicit orders.1) My name from then on was to be shithead. No capital. He was Master or Sir. Nothing else and. Once there, we walked in and looked around slowly at all the toys and other stuff…After a while we decided to buy a huge silicon black dildo which was slightly thicker than my husband’s cock and most definitely a few inches longer. We also purchased a medium size butt plug which was also about the same thickness as Victor’s cock. Of course we also got some anal lube. After paying I proposed my husband to lock myself in one of the booths, to try some “action” with a total stranger. He agreed,. You won’t make love with me.”“Melanie, nobody can make love with you if you’re in the hospital or dead!”She said nothing. I knew this was an impossible situation.I leaned over to kiss a spot on her face where there were no bruises and whispered, “No matter what you think, I do love you, Melanie Spencer, and I want to see you healthy again.”She was crying, and I turned to leave.“Don’t go.”“Melanie, my five minutes are up. I’ll come see you again. I promise!”“OK,” she sobbed.I walked out of the.