“In some ways he is my boyfriend, I guess you would say, but in ALL ways, he is my master. He is my lord and king. He is my owner. He trained me to ...e the slave he wants and since I was born to serve him, it has worked out very well,” she said with a playful smile. “We don’t want to keep Master waiting. Did you like your spanking?” “I did!” I told her, surprising myself. We carried the trunk into the living room and placed it on the floor. He sat casually on the chair where he had spanked us.. So she would dress as a whore, wearing short, mini skirts, hose, no panty's no bra and very low cut blouses. She walked the park and she would fuck any man that made the slightest little pass at her.Now what made this also interesting was, she really loved her husband. She would be full of other men's cum when he came to bed, and she loved to get him to lick her, and she got the biggest thrill out of having him lay on his back, with her over his face while she was sucking his rock hard cock.. Is he the, um, jealous type?”“Well, kind of.”“Kind of?”She practically had to look straight up to maintain eye contact. “Kind of. But he’s pretty woke socially, so he’d blame me for anything—not you.”“That’s better?” he said, stepping back and screwing up his face. He was so tall she felt like she was beneath an immense parasol.“Yes. But, it’s ok. I don’t mind the spanking.”His mouth did a sort of fish out of the water effect, but he had run out of vocabulary.“I think your friends are waiting,”. I'll confront her when we get the belt and free the Lion." Omby let her arm go, shaking his head with a ok. They followed Leandra up the stairs and down a small corridor, until they came to a wooden door. Leandra pulled on the handle slowly and opened to find a large kitchen. The three of them crouched behind a large table, watching as rockmen went back and forth preparing food. Different types of bread, meats, and fruit lined the tables. Then a small nome walked in and clapped his hands.