“Yes mistress, your slut is here.” I walk down the hall into the bedroom saying “You were a bad slut.” He was standing in the middle of the...room naked I could see his cock was hard from looking at me. He replied knowing he was getting a punishment for disobeying me. “I’m sorry mistress. I was bad. I went to store without your permission.” I tell him that its ok my slut gets on his hands and knees kissing my feet. “May I serve you now mistress?” “Yes slut” I replied knowing my slut will. " "Go ahead and flaunt it. Now that I've had a chance to think about all of this I'm not all that concerned about the opinion of our neighbors. Actually I have to admit that having a slut wife is kind of exciting." "Really?" "Yes, really." "Then get ready for a little excitement because your wife loves being a slut." "You're enjoying this, aren't you." "Yes, I am." "That's why I have to stay away for awhile. I want you to immerse yourself in this new life." "I wish you were here. I'd like to. She sucks him to the root. He moans uncontrollably and again within seconds Wesley shoots off in her mouth again. Suddenly her communicator goes off, “Natasha, did you have any problems finding my data pad.” “No, Doctor Crusher. I found it. I’ll be right up in a few minutes,” Natasha responds calmly. She leaves a very exhausted, used and abused Wesley Crusher sitting asleep and splayed out on a couch with his limp teen dick and sagging balls still hanging out of his briefs. Wesley wakes up. By the way, his wife calls him her Italian goofball.’ She grinned her fatal grin again and replied, ‘I get the picture, I knew a lot of guys like that at the University. They thought that they were God’s gift to women and most of the women thought that they were God’s way of keeping us humble.’ I grinned and replied, ‘No comment.’ ‘Uh huh. I thought so. You must be his best friend and your job is to keep him out of trouble.’ ‘I try.’ I replied with a sigh. That earned me a laugh and if her.