Then he ordered her off the bed and on her knees on the shag rug. He pickedup the black silk stocking she had discarded. "Put your hands behind yourba...k slave!" he ordered. Marcie obeyed and felt the soft but strong materialcircle her wrists. A sense of fear crept over her."I don't think this such a good idea," she whispered."You mean you were lying when you said you wanted to be my sex slave?" hedemanded."Not exactly," she replied in a soft tone."I clearly heard you say it and you are my slave. Ummm….. aur aah..oh…iss..ummm…..karne lagi aur mere sar ko niche apne chut ki or dhakelne lagi..main ishara to samajh gaya phir bhi main uske nabhi mein jibh ghumata raha to wo boli…ab raha nahin jata..ab hamka pelo….hamka jaldi se pelo.Maine puch kya pelu aur kahan pelu to wo boli ki mere chut mein aag lag gai hai use apna land ghusa kar bujha do…hamka jaldi se pelo…Maine kaha thik hai jaane man par meri ek shart hai pahle main teri gaand marunga phir teri chut ki aag bujhaunga..to wo boli ki. It's too late to get everything moved. There isn't any need to rush on our part. Take your time. Maybe, after you think about it, you'll change your mind."We were both quiet on the ride back. I had to wonder if my fucking Brenda earlier in the day had scared her off. None of us had anything to go by in setting things up for a group. We were all bound to make some mistakes with it. I hoped Joyce wasn't going to blame herself for Shirley's decision. I hoped she wouldn't blame me either. When we. I’ve told it’s common in a relationship and made her feel normal by cracking some jokes. She gave me a hug and thanked me, I was also happy to see her smile again and the rest of the day passed off with our work. We said good night to each other and left to our homes in our designated cabs.I’ve started chatting with her as usual and everything was fine and she also compromised with her husband. Next day when I meet her in office, she was very active and I’ve asked her in a naughty way what was.