In school the guys took gang showers and that was not fun. Showering with a woman as beautiful as Karen could be so sensual and sexy, I got hard just ...hinking about it. I can’t wait until she gets here. I go into the bathroom to pick up dirty towels and replace them. I got some fresh soap, cleaned the sinks, toilet and shower. You know how men can be. I stuffed all the dirty clothes in baskets stacked in the corner. My shower was huge enough to hold a party. It was built with three heads and a. Damn, it would be a lot easier with a slave… The plane’s engines spooled up and George let his thoughts drift back in time to the strange brand of marriage counselling that Abby had introduced them to. He still didn’t know how she’d stumbled upon Britt and Damian and didn’t much care. Perhaps the truth would come out at some point. He still couldn’t quite believe how much had changed in those few weeks — how he’d gone from cuckold to master and Abby from ice queen to submissive. Even now, as he. She started to imagine herself as slavesuzi. She could almost feel the Domme gripping her hips roughly. Brenda realized her hand was between her legs, her fingers rubbing gently. Brenda picked up her smart phone and sent a text, ?Master, may I masturbate today?? She continued looking at the photo not sure what she would do if master said no. Her phone chirped, she opened the text message. ?What would you fantasize about slave??Brenda wasn’t sure what to do. She could say she would fantasize. Once the letter came everything fell into place. The very next day after she was done with her chores, I called her to my room. I asked her if she enjoyed the sex with her husband. She was scandalized by that question and said “yeen kaltha eediya neenu (what are you asking?)” I repeated the question and she said she was leaving. I leapt out of my chair and forced her back against the wall, pressing my body hard against her. I was nice to feel her tight big boobs on my chest. She struggled,.