" Had I just called her mistress? Judgingby the look on her face I had. "Mistress, I..." There it was again, what waswrong with me? "Please Mistress, ...... I want to suck your cock" Oh my God,what was I saying? Not just that but I could feel my mouth watering at theprospect. Images came into my mind of hard cocks stroking in and out betweenmy lips, fountains of cum spraying in my mouth, on my face and on my bigtits. I wanted, no needed, to suck her cock and yet I couldn't do it withouta direct. She just didn’t know what to do about her life. It was all extremely confusing, all so new, all so contradictory to what she had believed. Her parents had always told her that you meet a man and marry and it’s death-do-you-part. But then David had been so abusive, she concluded that he had broken the contract he had agreed to. He didn’t love or cherish, nor care for. She was just his punching bag and cum dumpster, or she had been until he started calling her an old cow.She didn’t want to make. I could move either leg or my left arm, but I was allowed some movement in the right. Although again, bondage and rope-play was nothing new."What was new came next. Greg reverted back to his Company President character and began to monologue. He began to boast about Venus Industries' plans to take over my company. He fished out a piece of paper from pile of fake contracts and forms and began waving it in front of me."He placed the contract by my free right hand, I couldn't read all of it from. **“So?” Tamara asked.“So?” pleaded Brita echoing Chris’s wife although with a significant amount of desperation in her voice.Chris looked up from his position between the Icelandic star’s legs at his wife kneeling across Brita’s upper arms as she held the other woman’s labia apart. He had been almost positive that the small woman hadn’t been his tormentor the previous week and long before the two of them had started edging her he had realised Brita had been playing along. The tattoo was.