He wanted to make it evident that we were obviously total whores.He didn’t want us feeling empowered and sexy. He wanted us feeling trashy and sexy....He also wanted other women to ridicule us and look at us like we were pigs.I had gone a week without clothes as a donkey in a leather harness and I think I was more humiliated by what I had on and where I was going than I had been at the BDSM camp in Serendipity.There was nothing discreet about wearing a slave collar with a top that read “Swallows”. John said he had to soon as there was a lot to doorganising the funeral and such. I said there was norush for him to go and would he like something to eator drink. He accepted and I got busy making him asandwich and coffee.My husband works night shift and was due to go to work.He came into the kitchen and again consoled John at hisloss and to be sure to let us know when the funeral wasso we could attend, he apologised he couldn’t talklonger but had to go to work. This left John and Ialone. “I have been with Dan since Wednesday, I am sorry”, she blurted out and began crying.My hand was still on her left tit, I inadvertently squeezed it and her nipple responded in the palm of my hand.“ I went to Dan to just make sure, but did not expect for us to end up doing what we did”, she said apologetically.My mind was racing, but my hand still on Lynn’s left tit.“I knew within a day, that Dan was not the guy, but felt so guilty and unworthy of you, I stuck around”. She said with her fingers. A good length. Slim in circumference and no foreskin. He dribbled a glob of spit onto the tip of his engorged cock and eased himself into her back passage, a smile covering his face. Slapping his huge hands down onto her buttocks, he gripped them and started to slowly move back and forth, not too deep, a nice rhythm which both parties were clearly enjoying.Geoff had taken himself off to the shower but was still watching Phil as he plundered Christine’s darkest and most private place. Geoff.