So, I took control of Jon's body to move away. Forni began to move also, when he found his soother being taken away. It was time to take stock of the ...amage-so the first twinge told me. This new body I shared had been abused in the short run and scuffle of the previous night. That had been unavoidable. I got out of bed feeling those new pains. On the plus side, they were less than what the pains had been present when I woke up in this body in the first place. On the minus side, those residual. I was surprised to find my hand slipping over stocking tops and on to naked thighs and then my fingers were on to her naked pussy as I found that she was wearing wide legged French knickers which offered no impediment to my gropings. As soon as I touched her cunt her legs opened wide and she gave a sigh of contentment followed by some satisfied moans as I frigged on her clit and dipped two fingers deep into her wet slit. I lifted up her skirt and by the light of the street lamp could see. I put on the blindfold and the taxi heads off. I have no idea where we were going, I had to trust my wife on this one. After what seemed like 20 minutes of driving, she gives the cabbie the fare and hopped out of the cab and moved around to my side to help me out of the cab. Back outside, she slowly guides me into a building, I hear noise but don't know what I'm hearing. We continue down a corridor and the noise becomes softer. I'm still unknowing of what I agreed to do with my wife. She. In those communications he had made it clear to me that a sub was mostly used for sex, whereas his slave would be expected to provide a full range of services, both sexual and domestic. I should expect to alternate serving him on my knees, sucking cock perhaps, and then on my knees scrubbing his floors or polishing his boots. He would expect that I would perform both tasks with equal zeal and attention to detail.I was working in retail management at the time, a district manager with supervisory.