I tried hard to concentrate on what I was doing but was struggling to stay motivated sucking his perfect cock while he worked on my hot pussy. I climb...d down so I was kneeling between his legs and slowly slid his length into my mouth as my fingernails trailed lightly up the inside of his thighs before cupping and gently squeezing his testicles. Andy was apparently hornier than he had let on as he pulled me up and pushed me down onto his cock, my pussy was so wet he easily slipped all the way. I could also see she enjoyed me watching her get ready, knowing I was too submissive to say anything. And she loved to make sure I was there to witness the humiliation. She'd walk over to me and say: "Come over and watch Chris. They're really interesting men, much more than you. They said they’d love you to sit down with us, as she covertly rolled her eyes suggestively at me. She’d then order me to get them drinks. Usually when I got there, she would demonstrate my servility by having me get. He promised her he would implement them slowly, reassuring her ever few sentences that this was all for their own long-term good, to make sure that they had a future and that he would never stop loving her. She would continue working as normal, but as soon as she got home, she would immediately change into a mohom and sandals. The mohom was a traditional Thai men's shirt, Mark had bought exactly seven, a different color for each day of the week. The ones he'd sent back were longer than usual. Then she continued, "I remember everything." Oh crap." I said to myself. I wasn't sure how she was taking all of this. She was pretty flat. She just sat there for a little bit looking between me and the floor.Janelle looked back up at me with a hurt quizzical look on her face. "Revenge?" she questioned. "You did that just to get back at me for how I treated you?"My mind was pretty scrambled. I hadn't really thought I would ever be having this conversation. My mouth just started.