She knew she had me then and slid her fingers under the gusset of my knickers, sliding them into me. ‘Why don’t you lick Alley’s pussy?’ she i...vited. Alison had got onto the bed beside me and hoisted the hem of her little dress over her hips, exposing her naked buttocks. She swung a leg over and straddled my shoulders, lowering herself towards my face. I could smell the pungent sweetness of her earlier orgasm and just could not help myself as I extended my tongue and ran it over her labia. She. I want my husband. I don’t want you Jarome.” I turned, walked out the door, and headed home.It was early evening on Saturday, but almost dark, when I got home. I had been well fucked for the last day and a half so, obviously, I was a bit worn out. As I walked into our bedroom and started unpacking, something didn’t seem quite right.I had to empty the overnight bag, and put everything away, before my husband returned. There wasn’t much washing to be done as I wore very little of what I had taken. It was thin black leather with small spikes and the leash that He chose was a chain leash with a black leather handle. Next on Master's list of things to buy was an outfit for His slave to wear. Master chose three outfits for the slave to try on. The first outfit was a shirt and skirt combo and as soon as the slave put it on it knew that it was not going to be the one. The shirt was too loose and the skirt was not skimpy enough. As soon as the slave walked out of the dressing room it saw. Suddenly remembering work, she tucked the paper into her bag and was off running again. As she jogged across the bridge, she gazed down at the Thames, again marveling at her luck. Skidding to a halt in front of the coffee shop where she worked, she calmly walked in and smiled at her boss. He looked at the clock and slowly looked back at her. ‘Well, you made it today, and with a minute to spare. We’ll see how long you last though…’ He gave her one last glare and walked off. Andy trotted to the.