I wanted his wife to know what he had done. More than that, I wanted her to watch what he had done. I wanted her to watch what he had done and be just...as turned on and as wet as I am right now. Images of him fucking me senseless while his wife watched were driving me wild. I was so wet, I had to check to see if I had made a mess on the seat. Thats when reality hit me. I had been sat in the back of the taxi wearing a short black dress, no panties, and had my legs apart enough for my wet pussy to. I turned away kinda smiling and laughing a little to myself. Then he said I could look. He sat on the bed, picked up his controller, and started playing his game. He said I could get dressed in there too if I wanted so I took off my wet t-shirt and shorts and bra but left my panties on. He kinda looked at me from the corner of his eye and said “wet much?” and snickered. I took off the panties and just laughed to myself. As he gave me a shirt and shorts to wear I kept catching him looking at me.. When she was there she pushed me over so that i was on my hands and knees. Mistress reached between my legs with one hand grabbing the dish, the other finding its way to the base of my balls. Mistress worked a finger in between the ring she had ordered me to wear and my balls. Mistress gave the ring (and my cock and balls inside it) a great tug upward."Come on bitch boy, I have plans for you and this cum of yours."the way Mistress tugged at me, i had no choice but to stand up. Mistress began. Next, she pulled an obscure box buried underneath some old tools in the corner. She removed a long cord from the box, and speedily hooked it up to the microphone.Zuzana pulled another box off the shelf, marked “cleaning towels.” It was remarkably heavy for such rags, and for good reason. She pulled a couple of rags from the top of a large, heavy battery, which she expertly attached to the box. A dim whir of electric current emanated from the box. It was, in fact, a recording machine she had.