One of my roles or duties would be to fluff Mistress ready for her husband’s cock and to arouse her husband’s cock into a firm erect mode for slip...ing in to fuck her pussy cunt. I had my uses as her slut. They would occasionally tie me down to the bed and tease and torment me – breast play, nipple paly and some cock teasing on the slut. With me always scantily but sexily dressed and made up fully for their pleasure.Then things changed.Their family circumstances and family dynamic had changed. He made me lie down ( face side down) in bed.He came over me and started massaging me. The way he was massaging I cummed in an instant. Then he removed my bra hook and started massaging my boobs and started licking it like a hungry dog. He bit every part of my boob. Then he lowered his hand and started removing my panty.I held him and said I am in my last day and winked. He smiled and hugged me tight and we started talking about our good old days. We finished the project and slept hugging each. My ass, my thighs, my calves, my back and my tits had all been beaten. He used a belt, a strap, a whip, and a paddle but always fifty lashes. Then one day he called me on his lunch break and told me that we were going out for dinner and to dress in the new outfit he had bought me a couple of days before. It was a short black mini skirt that barely covered my ass, black garter and hose, a push up and almost out bra, and a tight white shirt that showed all that was sticking out of the bra. I. I didn’t really consider myself bisexual, but I was truly enjoying Jasmine’s kisses. I squeezed her firm breasts and admired their shape, their suppleness. I played with my own boobs sometimes, I think every woman does, but getting a handful of someone else’s was somehow electrifying. I felt her nipples perk up under my palms and it made me smile. As Mr. Chapman found a rhythm her brain sorted itself out and she leaned in to kiss me with her previous desire. Our tongues danced against each.