My life as a happy, respectable mother and wife seemed to be over. My husband had done things to me that I had never ever thought of. I had become his...sex slave.It was getting late. I went to make dinner. Just after 7 I heard him open the door. "Where are you slut." I hurried to meet him. When he saw me his face filled with anger. He grabbed me by the hair and dragged me to the living room. He ripped the T-shirt off me and threw me across the back of a chair. Then my leggings were pulled down.. She said they had two dogs a lab and a Dalmatian, which did I suggest? As I said the only real experience I had had been with a Newfoundland, so I suggested she should leave it to the wife of the couple, she being the experienced one and to ask for a set of the pictures for herself. I then set out my imaginings for her in a series of messages and she gave me her word that she had climaxed from them, I asked her to let me know how the image in my mind compared with the reality.She said she was. Her voluptuous form could now be seen from all sides: her firm, large breasts, her equally firm, equally large buttocks. She was clearly the complete package. “Now, move right to the edge of the stage.”Eloise complied. She was now just about a yard or so away from the masked faces of the platinum donors. “Turn around and get down on your knees.”Eloise now had an idea where this was heading, and she wasn’t happy about it. She did as she was told, however. “Put your hands on your buttocks. Now. At least he was in.Buckling his seat belt around the skirt was another problem. Finally,all he could do was to crush the crazy thing as he fastened and tightenedthe belt. And as Mel pulled out of her parking space, he stuck his babybottle into his mouth. He still had a time limit to worry about, lessthan an hour to go now. Would they still be out somewhere when hestarted leaking? He hoped not... but with all three dresses... what didMel have in mind?Many of his fears were put to rest as.