I decided to take on the role of an owned slut since he was hosting and I hoped he would fill the role of my pimp or owner. I was eagerly anticipating...being involved in this scenario!The day finally arrived and I could not wait for my wife to leave for work!! I jumped in the shower, shaved myself smooth in all the appropriate places. Prepared myself for the ‘best case scenario’ by using a dildo on myself to help relax my boi-pussy. Out of the shower I slid into a pair of black sheer-to-waist. I called her but she didn’t pick up.I assumed she had turned angry and I should say her sorry. I waited till evening. I bought a flower and her favorite saree which she had told me once so that I could ask for her forgiveness. It was at 9 pm. I went to her house. I rang the doorbell. She opened the door.Wearing a satin nightdress, she was having a wicked smile on her face. I gifted her the flower and saree and said sorry to her. She resisted and said she was sorry for such absurd behavior. These would make perfect pillory posts to tie Charlady to.Taking from the bag a travel rug, I spread this on the floor just before the two saplings and instructed Charlady to remove all her clothes except her panties. Eagerly she did so, and willingly allowed me to blindfold her. Suddenly there was a loud cracking sound, which startled Charlady until my comforting voice told her not to worry it was just me making a temporary spreader bar from a piece of a tree.I ordered Charlady to kneel on the. Harvey Armstrong, the editor has no vices that I can find. He hardly ever drinks, he doesn't smoke, never gambles. Jake (our tame nerd) has been through his phone records and internet history. There's nothing there. We've looked at the wife as well. She's much younger than him, early thirties, and a right goody two-shoes with an unblemished past and present. The only thing that's unusual is that she goes across to Grayson every couple of months with her best friend Abigail. We're sure they're.