In fact, she had wearied of her role as grieving widow and was in dire need of stiff rods to exercise her seldom used pussy. Even though the strutting...bureaucrats had humiliated her in a most obscene manner, she really had thoroughly enjoyed the strenuous role-play and loved her part in the scenes of degradation.She knew several of the girls under her supervision had scurried to watch her humiliation from the hidden peep holes in the wardrobe. Down on all fours she could hear their muted. That is, if you consider getting up every morning and watching your wife getting dressed in skimpy panties for the sole intention of teasing a co-worker, as ‘normal’.“Do you trust me?” Dani asked, Friday evening after a very good salmon patty dinner.I looked at her, what kind of question was that? As if… “That’s a silly question, of course,” I told her, not understanding why she’d even ask such a question.“… because I want to do something… and I’m not sure how you’ll like it… but I think you. Next she takes his t-shirt off. She is not wearing a bra. Marissa checks Mark's face for any recognition of her lack of undergarment, but there is none. She is expected to not wear undergarments when they are home together. She must always be ready for what Mark wants. For what her Master wants. In just a few moments she is completely nude in front of Mark. He walks towards her and wraps a black leather dog collar around her slender neck. Embroidered in pink, Marissa's favorite color, the word. Then we started going out regularly, either for movies or for small outings. I never used to have much money left in my pocket because my parents used to send me money every month and i used to spend them all my the end of the month. But Radhika’s parents were in Dubai. So nothing more to say… The movie tickets, the petrol for my bike and all such things were taken care of.So it happened that one day me and Radhika were planning to have a secret meeting in my apartment. It was 3 o clock in the.