The female voice on the other end sounded as stressed as mine saying, " Hun, it's me hun, Ohhh, god... I... they... wanted me to call, Eeee, Oh Fuck, ...h god, fuck."I could hear men in the back ground as my wife Sherry tried to speak and one voice in particular sounded out, "Tell em you love big black cock... slut, tell em you're a cock slut." Oh... Hun... I'm a cock slut, Fuck, so, big, god so big, no not there, not there, Uhgggggggg, slow, slow, slow, slow, slow, slow." What I heard then was,. You are not to speak another word in this house today. Pretend you're gagged. As I said, you can leave if you like. Otherwise, come over here so I can put your collar on you." The hapless Sharon approached me and I locked her in her collar. "Fine. Now, on with it."Sharon headed off to her chores. About 45 minutes later she was back."Do you want me to wax the kitchen floor? I did it last time so it probably doesn't need it but if you're having guests maybe... Oh, I forgot, but how am I supposed. "Hi, Tony," she greeted him warmly."Hi," he replied, and Bette saw that he wasn't looking at her directly, that his voice seemed cool and distant. A pang of fear and anguish clutched at her heart."Is is something the matter, son?" she asked."No, why should anything be the matter?" Tony crossed the room, still not looking at her, and entered the kitchen. A moment later he reappeared with a frosty bottle of beer in his hand and sat on the couch facing the fireplace--the same couch on which she. After a few minutes you untie me and quickly flip me over so that you may continue on my back side.You demand that I start counting as you whip my ass.I feel you stop briefly to retrieve a butt plug from the dresser nearby.You grab the lube as well and I watch as you pour a generous amount on the plug and my ass. Teasing me with your looks and telling me that I’m going to enjoy having something so large in my ass while you continue to whip me. I feel you run the plug over and around my ass,.