I would then take a broom handle and having oiled the end, begin to insert it into your cunt. I would instruct you to tell me how much you could take ...f this thin hard shaft. As one inch went in you said "more master please give me more your slut bitch can take much more!" another inch slips in "Oh much more master, I want to show you how deep my wanton cunt is, I want you to see how much of a slut I am!" This continues until 9 inches of the handle is up your cunt. "Oh master no more, I can. " Reaching forwards, I took the packages for the toys and started to tear them open, taking out the nipple clamps and the butt plug first. Grabbing the bottom of her tank top, I tugged it up and over her large tits, bringing one of the clamps up to her nipple and securing it, before doing the same to the other side. Letting her shirt back down, I tucked the chain up and over the neck of the tank top so I could tug on it whenever I pleased. She grunted and hissed as the clamps made contact with. One of these was Caitlin who I had secretly lusted over for a long, long time. Caitlin was a glossy Afro-Caribbean who had this tantalising habit of walking about the store in the skimpiest of tops and a perpetual finger in her mouth. Aged 19, she was studying both English and Philosophy, was extremely polite with a very sexy nature; her petite 5'2" frame held a nice bust and a beautifully shaped arse. The other thing that amazed me was her confidence for nothing seemed to bother her.Now as. She had class , what you might call sophisticated. But I kind of got the impression she was more up for it than he was. Well, it happens occasionally.“So Mrs Agarwall, you’d like to be ravished in front of your husband, would you?””Please, call me Nidhi.” They looked at each other and smiled. Well, that was okay then. I reckon we were on for a good night. Now what they were after was dressing hubby up in women’s clothes and tying him to a chair. Then me and his missus was meant to humiliate.