Slut likes when Master demands what he wants from her. I love when you talk dirty to me, calling me slut, cunt, bitch, telling me take it up your ass....That’s all your good for is my pleasure, to use when I want, Slut loves when Master is rough, slut loves her Master, he does not take no..it is not acceptable. Slut is to be ready at all times, and Master is growing weary of slut’s cunt not dripping wet. Must I punish you till you cream to show your obedience to your Master.. if I want. Maybe you. ‘That’s lust and this is love.’ With that, she started unbuttoning my blouse slowly, her fingers caressing my breasts as she slowly revealed my bra. Her touch sent lightning bolts of heat through my belly all the way to my toes. The rush of love for her overwhelmed me in a bright tide of emotion. I pulled her face to my neck and sighed. God, she knew just how to get me going. She pushed me down until I was on my back. Then she pulled aside the cup of my bra and began sucking on my engorged. The light, crispy pizza base was filled with genuine Italian style toppings, anchovies, olives and artichoke hearts. It bore no resemblance to the production line pizza she was used to eating back home. They followed the pizza with a dessert called Zabaglione, melt in your mouth mousse flavoured with sweet Marsala wine. The meal was accompanied by young robust Chianti wine, raw to the first taste but exciting as they enjoyed more of it. The final touch was a small cupful of intensely strong. But instead my wifeinsisted on going into the lingerie department. She picked up a pinkslip and held it up to me, loudly saying, "This will look good on you,and it's just your size. We'll take it." I got very hard immediately.The sales woman who'd been nearby snickered, looked at me and asked,"Would you like to check out now, Miss, or do you need matchingpanties?"My wife replied, "Oh, she's already wearing the matching panties. But wehave further shopping to do." As the sales woman laughed and.