It sounded like a vibrator! I didn’t know she had one of those, but in the bathroom?? An hour and a half had passed. I was drinking more than I shou...d but didn’t really care. Sal’ had moved from the bathroom to the bedroom and the scent of perfume, powders, bath oil and warm water drifted downstairs. That was a very good sign. When she didn’t put the extractor fan on, she knew that the bathroom aromas would drift downstairs and get me interested. Sally walked into the room and delicately. I will never give you any praise for anything. I shall make you feel as though you are worthless except to me as my slut whore and you will be eager to please me, your Master.There is a dress code which will be rigorously enforced. You will be naked or wear slut dresses AT LEAST 90% of the time and slut dresses will be worn MOST of the time when out in public. The dresses will be cut low at the top, be of thin, almost see-through, material and your nipples will show. The hemline will be just. She sat beside me and spent most of the service pointing out which females our lecher of a Vicar was banging on a regular basis. Jesus, and I thought I had some stamina. Brave bugger as well some of those women had some pretty big and strong looking husbands sitting with them.I think the funniest part of the whole thing was watching George our local PC Plod's wife, looking daggers at Beverley. Actually once we got outside and all the inane chat and Merry Christmas wishes were being passed. Being a cuckold requires strength, rather than weakness; so there has never been any room for embarrassment, or shame, in being, and by choice, a loving cuckold husband for Alicia!If Alicia and I really wanted to know just which man is the father of the c***d currently growing everyday in Alicia's womb, we could have a paternity test done, but it doesn't matter. Not really. What matters most is that Alicia is pregnant by one of them!Sometimes, as Alicia and get ready to go to bed for the night,.