My wife had always been a night owl, usually waking up much later than she had today. The hug seemed to last longer than our usual ones, each of us ...njoyed the feel of the other’s breasts pressing against our body. The rest of the morning was uneventful as we played on the computer and chatted about this and that, they way girlfriends normally do. Each time she passed behind me to go upstairs my wife made a point to touch me, something that I greatly appreciated, enjoyed and even. Gorgeous and a right goer. You have a half hour to get her off three times while she’s going to do her best to drain you dry. You make it, she’ll send you back out to us. You up for the challenge?”“This place better live up to the hype and be worth the effort but let’s do it.”The determined prospect headed into the first room and proceeded to work his way steadily through the promised bottle before weaving back to the line and carefully placing it down, smirked at the club official and weaved. I gurgled and moaned as I felt warm spit spilling down my chin and neck and my nipples raged as the clamps swung and bit into them. Then he was gone and the panel slid back. I panted as quietly as I could and leaned back into my original position. I reached up with my bound hands and wiped at the spit on my skin, trembling in building need. Again I sat quietly for what seemed like a very long time, my panties were scrunched up between my lips and I longed to tug at them, but there wasn’t. I told her to open her eyes and she did. I stared deep into her eyes and then leaned forward and kissed her lips. I pulled out, looked again at her and then again kissed her lips. Then I stood up on the floor and asked her. Me: Will you do anything today?Mausi: Anything for you baby. I am all yours now. You own me. I am your slave.Me: Good. Take off your clothes then.Mausi looked at me and then started taking off her clothes.Mausi: Aren’t you gonna help me?Me: No. Just do what I say. I am your.