Jacqui was certainly not enjoying this, Martha decided, and wondered why she was submitting to it. Jacqui well knew well enough that only hand spankin... and paddling were allowed in the New House of Joy for the very good reasons that sessions like this could easily put a girl out of use for the rest of the night.CRACK! Karl was obviously having a good time, and it probably was making up for the enormous financial loss on Helen. Paula, his only remaining live-in woman was more-or-less the. When we got out of Derek'sbrothel and locked it up we hailed a taxi and sped our way to Kensington.Tracie was already there in front of Derek's house waiting for us.We exchanged kisses and Kate told Tracie about her worries about Derek.With Kate leading the way we mounted the steps to the front door andpressed the buzzer and waited. After a minute or so Kate pressed thebuzzer for longer but there was no response. She fished in her handbagand pulled out the key and unlocked the front door.. It was as if it was someone else looking into thosewonderful eyes that made her say in a voice that did not soundlike her own, "You wont have to sleep on the floor tonight. Iwant to be folded in your arms all night long."Brett smiled lovingly as he led Susan to the door and out intothe frosty night.They walked to the hotel arm in arm, adroitly avoiding muggers,drunks, mobile phone salesmen and other undesirables on the way.Normally, Susan would have been frightened silly at being out insuch a. I’m not sure what this will do to my marriage, but I no longer care. I’ve realized that even an open marriage pales next to a lifetime of service to my owners. I really want to be your plaything, your sex slave, your fucktoy, plain and simple. To both of you. I want to be owned by a couple. It’s always been a fantasy of mine, to be the perfect unicorn, the absolutely submissive cum-slut for man and wife alike. I’m not a switch. I’m a natural-born sex slave, period. Please make me your bitch!”.