“Your princess-Mistress has a free nipple, slave.”“Yes, Master,” she moaned, gazing at our husband with such adoration. Then her eyes shot to ...e. “I’m your slave-wife, Princess. I always wanted to be yours. Ever since you took me to your bed.” Her blue eyes brimmed with sudden tears. “I just never thought ... that it would happen.”I beckoned to her, smiling at her as I writhed against Zanyia’s fluttering tongue. “Well, it has. So come over here and let’s love each other.”“Yes!”As Zanyia jammed. "Sarah, this is Dean it's his house" Hi Dean" Hi Sarah" He replied giving me a kiss on the cheek "Grab yourselves a drink and have a dance in the room" Thanks, will do" Vicky saidWe grabbed a glass of wine each and made our way into the living room where they had a DJ on. We danced the night away, a few guys tried to hit on us and I even had a dance and smooch with one guy, who was kinda hot. Anyway it got late and I was very much the worse for wear, I couldn't find Vicky anywhere so decided to. She began to run her soft fingers up and down my bare legs, before them unzipping my tracksuit top and removing it.She made short work of removing my top, leaving only my bra and panties. I reached out and lightly tugged on her blouse, so she quickly peeled it off. I reached behind her and undid the back of her bra, tossing it to the floor before grabbing her by her bare breasts and squeezing them. I got down lower and licked her right nipple for a while.Then, she took of my bra and played with. I’d already given some thought about a romantic seduction but it was clear she didn’t want to play that game.There were some squeals and struggles and “don’ts”, but they weren’t too serious because her hips moved right back against my thrusts. Then she moaned in orgasm as I groaned with mine. We lay together panting and silent. When my dick softened enough, I pulled out and pissed all over her crotch. She squealed again and then started laughing like crazy, thrilled that her teasing had paid.