My wife couldn’t help touching her nipples from time to time, and let her hand stray down to the front of her pants a couple of times to rub her pus...y. I was also greatly excited by this previously unexpected turn to the evening, now wanking slightly harder than before, but not enough to bring things to a head shall we say? I was longing to see my wife’s pussy, and mimed her taking her pants off. She again shook her head initially and mimed back to me,“ He’ll smell me! “ To this I first. She says maybe someday she'll be one of my pets! I laugh as my fucktoy has just as naughty of a mind as I do. Back at home she undresses as soon as she walks through the door and I remove the 1/2-in collar she wore for dinner and replace it with the 2 inck thick leather collar with the D rings.EIGHT I sayGiggling she says please Master what is eight? On the bed on your back head hanging off the side so I can bury my cock deep down your throat. Gladly she says as she skips to the bedroom. When I. Guessing by the bulge on her shirt, that’s gotta be a C-cup at most. My eyes were glued to her chest, and I felt my cock harden. Dirty thoughts filled my mind, but I pushed them away. First, I need to take care of her, then I’ll think about what happens next.“Please, have a seat.”Lyana walked gracefully and took a seat in front of my desk.“Good evening, George. What is it that you want to tell me off the record?”I paused for a while before answering her.“Are you wearing a wire?”“I promised you. The villagers had built me a church.Over several months, I become very much like the other women, even my colour changed to be almost the same as theirs. Thanks mainly to Maria I was learning their language. It was late in the year when the monsoons came I had never known rain like it.Maria and I took shelter in the church. Suddenly a violent thunderstorm arrived from the west coast. I had a fear of thunder, Maria hugged me tightly in a reassuring sort of way, but our slits were pressed firmly.