Sorry, Master.’ ‘Good,’ I said more kindly. ‘This lady,’ I indicated Wendy, ‘is my wife and you shall treat her with the greatest of respe...t, but she is not your mistress because you belong to me alone.’ ‘Yes, Master.’ ‘Hello, Florence,’ said Wendy pleasantly. ‘Hello, madam,’ she respectfully replied. ‘Florence,’ I told her, ‘give me an account of yourself.’ So Florence told her story. She was Nigerian and her family had sent her to England to study, which she had been doing diligently but. I'm worried about her, she's sinking into deeper and deeper depression. Everything she thought was true is false."The man who she thought cared for her in her distress over you; the man whom she loved because of that care when she thought she had lost you, he turned out to have used her as a means of revenge against you. You know she used to go out with him before you?"He nodded. "You know she never told me that?" he said. "I could never work out why she hated the band so much, or come to that. Everyone looked over at me guiding my hand over my hard cock and one by one they took their cocks out an started to stroke them. Man, how hot was this? I watched each guy as he milked his cock and I licked my lips thinking about sucking them down my throat. I was looking at Tom's hard 8 inch cock and then locked eyes with him. It was like I was in a trance as I got up pulled my pants and shirt off, walked over and knelt between Tom's spread legs. I reached out and put my hand around his hard. After a filthy snogging session, both enjoying the cum over her face I was rock hard. Bending her over I easily slipped into her very wet hairy pussy. I proceeded to shag her for all I was worth, Jaq orasmed twice while I shagged her. Eventually I filled her with my second load of the evening, I was now finished for the evening. I was just watching my cum dribbling down the inside of her leg when we heard footsteps and someone went into the adjoining stall. The door closed and it went quiet, a.