?Ok. Rule 1, you call me Master, and my lovely wife here Mistress, at all times. Other male dominants are Sir and female dominants are Miss. You will ...ever have need to call another slave by any name. Rule 2, you are not to orgasm at any time without permission. Rule 3, you wear only clothing that we put on you, and you do not change the state of any of your clothing at any time. Rule 4, you are not to masturbate in any manner whatsoever. Rule 5, you follow any and all instructions given to. “Got to ring the changes, ladies.” I was working the bar and in came the dark horse. “Where’s Ham?” “She’s taking a break. She’ll probably be down in a while.” “A bottle of the Chablis, the good one and I’ll have a fillet steak, blue, with salad.” “Sure. Take a seat and I’ll bring your wine.” That evening she was in a long red skirt with a white blouse. I opened the bottle, gave it a sniff to make sure it was ok then carried it across to her table. She tasted it and said, rather to my surprise,. But it was getting close to 5:30 and I was getting concerned. If I had known he would be late, I could have at least used my pump for a while to relieve the fullness I was beginning to feel. I tried not to think about it too much, we would have to work it out somehow. I quickly changed from my work clothes into something a little more dressy than jeans and a tee shirt, but still casual as I heard Leon pull up into the driveway. I glanced at my watch. It was 5:40. What could we do with so little. ” It was an odd thing for her to say but I didn’t know what she was actually trying to tell me. Her pussy was so tight and so slippery I couldn’t imagine what could have ever made me stop. In fact I doubt anything in the entire world could have made me stop fucking my wife under that tree. Our bodies were working together in perfect harmony almost like a machine would function at top performance levels. My balls were so full and in need of exploding I pumped into her with even more intensity.