She was told to arrive wearing a white button-down blouse, short black skirt, white thigh highs, and black high heels with a 4 or 5 inch heel. No bra,...and no panties.She was to wear moderately heavy makeup to give her somewhat of a "trashy" look, and some very thick red lipstick. She knew that she would be punished if she did not follow my directions exactly, so I was reasonably confident that she would do as she had been told.At the appointed time, there was a knock on the door. When I opened. Mywife told me that she replaced mangalsutra with his necklace andwore it instead. I remember this and when I had asked her why shechanged it she said that mangalsutra is too heavy and this she hadbought to wear in the house. Soon she got more concerned aboutherself in the house - about her looks and dresses. She use to keepher hair dry and loose, wear lipstick and her dresses became lowcuts once as she told me that my b*o use to insist my wife to do so.She started asking me to bring sexier. I asked if he liked kissing and he was quick to say yes. I sat down next to him and I leaned in and planted my lips on his. In almost no time he gave me a little tongue and his hands started to wander. I leaned back out of it and asked if he wanted me to take off his clothes. He nodded and I leaned in for another kiss as I pulled his shirt up. I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans and he assisted me in getting them off. Now came the part I wasn’t quite yet sure about. I helped him out. My dark brown eyes watering as my throat convulsed. My lips stroking back and popping off His cock. My lips near His tip as I gasped for breath. “Good slut. Now suck Daddy's balls,” He said as he moved to the queen sized sleigh bed. He laid on the bed, legs spread and balls on the edge of the mattress. I moved to stand, so I could position myself between His legs. He raised up on his elbows and snapped, “Did I tell you that you could get up?” “No Daddy,” I said and went instantly back to my.