My pleasure is unimportant.if i displease my master, i will be punished.if i please him, my reward will be his happiness.i will never question an orde... from my Master.i will be grateful for any opportunity to serve him.my time belongs to my masteri will serve him at any time he orders me to for as long as he tells me tomy thoughts belong to my Masteri will never conceal my thoughts from himmy master controls every aspect of my life.he controls what i seehe controls what i hearhe controls what i. I let one of my fingers slide slowly in between her dark brown labia, opening it further. Vipanchika was already so wet that I felt like putting my hands in a watery pudding. She was leaking fluids which now started flowing down my hands. With both my hands I opened her further to reveal a bright pink insides, leading to a teeny tiny opening at the end. No certificates would do truth to her virginity, I thought to myself. I was almost sure that, even vipanchika’s tiny fingers were not inserted. From there we began to fantasize about the stories as foreplay in our bedroom. I would read one aloud that I found exciting, and then she would read one that she liked.Reading stories to each other was a major turning point in our marriage! We discovered what was to become our favorite fantasy topic, and an entire genre of stories previously unknown to us, wives picking up strangers for sex; often in hotel bars and nightclubs with their husbands watching discreetly from somewhere in the bar. I don’t know how many others came in me after that, John and I were just looking into each others eyes and kissing lovingly as I orgasmed each and every time someone emptied their nuts inside me one after the other.The concert ended and people started moving away leaving me in a pool of cum on the floor, John lifted me up in his arms, the cum pouring from my spent and sore pussy as he carried me all the way home with cum dripping from me and all down the front of him.He laid me on our bed.