Embarrassed that he would hear how excited she was.He bent a knee to get closer to her body. His hand was warm but his touch was anything but. As if, ...e was inspecting a statue or a prized artefact for authenticity.Might as well be wearing a glove, jerk.His hand toying with the triangle-shaped ears on top of her head. He followed her hair with hand down to her cheek then up again and to the back of her neck. He kept it there for a brief moment, no doubt feeling the vibrations of the beaten. "Laurie we're going to be late. I told Susan we'd be at their's for ten." Mum said, sitting on the edge of my bed."Okay mum, I'll get dressed now." I replied."No need sweetheart, just fix your hair, we don't have time, just go as you are." I couldn't do that!" I said, with the shock registering in my voice."Come on Laurie, there will only be us girls there, I'm going like this." She replied, gesturing to her somewhat skimpy attire, nothing but her nighty I guessed, judging by the nipples poking. He fucks his wife in the ass. To please his wife, and his Master.The wife , a 43 year old lady from a wealthy Brahmin family in India, proved to be a slut at heart. But it needed guidance by a experienced slut trainer to get rid of the modesty imposed on her by her strict upbringing. Her European husband made the first steps to loosen her up. In the first years of her marriage she discovered her need for strong hands, her need to be gagged, her need for hard sex, her need for pain on the. Our flight was uneventful,except Monica had too much to drink. You could say she had reason todrink, as she was a veteran of the Iraqi War. Unfortunately, while shewas serving in the army, she saw terrible things and had to kill people.This destabilized her otherwise kind soul so she took it out in a waythat she would forget, alcohol.We registered in our hotel room and had our luggage taken upstairs. Aswe were both doing our twenty-four/seven real life as women there was noneed for us to.