Go and keep him happy sweetie. I will get someone to cover your shift on Sundays.? I turned and walked away feeling trapped into a nasty situation. ...Jack had said Sundays meaning more than one. Was this to be an ongoing thing? Part Three Sunday morning I washed my body and put on my kimono and sandals. I painted my lips red and walked fearfully up the staircase to the second floor. I knocked lightly on the door with the number 2 on. Any resemblance to any person, or incident is strictly coincidental. Since my wife shared her fantasy with me and made me her bitch, our love life has changed. Now I always have something cute and satiny on, whether it is panties under my boy's clothes, or a silk nighty at night in bed. I love being my wife's bitch and I can never go back to who I was before. When our anniversary came around, a month or so after my initiation to dressing up, my wife announced to me that she had invited our. ” Inside my panties, my fingers slipped inside my open folds and I felt a thrill of delight rush through me.The relief on Jason’s face was priceless. Up until now, we’d only been engaging in verbal foreplay albeit garnished with a saucy hint of voyeurism and judging by the bulges I could see they were just as turned on as I was. However, talking is one thing and action is another. I doubted if these young men had the courage to take it any further so I knew I would have to make the first. I lick at it to try to please youYou put your balls in my face so I can lick them too. Then you order me to lie on the floor. You sit on my face and hold your cheeks apart. I lick and you move so my tongue is against your asshole. I lick and suck to please you. "Hold you tongue out." you order and began to bounce. You stop. "Fuck my ass with your tongue" you order. I press my face hard into your crack and stick the tip of my tongue in your puckered hole, then back in my mouth and then your ass.