Dressed like aslut in a hotel room waiting for my master with the expressed purposeof being a sex slave. His sex slave. I was a slut. No doubt about i...now. I could not wait to begin.The knock on the door always stirs arousal in me. Always in the pastwhen he, and others, met me in my room and certainly now. It is thatdisturbance of the silence by the quiet knock and the brief secondsthat follow when I teeter on my heels walking to the door and peeringthrough the peephole. My heart is nearly. My wife and me are very good looking and very enjoyable life and as we are very healthy we do sex almost all days and very much try to satisfied each other. But my wife only like to do sex in normal ways she think that other ways are sin but I like to link pussy and test her juice for long tome and like to move my tong top to bottom and insert as they can go but she did not allow ok sorry I came to my incident that happened in my life.We have a good neighbor both hus and wife wear employees at. I'll see you Monday." As she reached Mission Viejo she saw a Borders Book Store just off the freeway. She bought a new copy of, "The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe" by C.S. Lewis and got back on the road. An hour later she was eating a modest dinner at a small local diner. She got a piece of apple pie al a mode to go and drove the last two blocks to the research center that watched over her sister. After all this time, everyone knew her and pretty much ignored her as she walked the familiar. Went there and being a pre-opening concern we were in the phase of recruitment. Out of all the applicants there was one applicant with an Indian name. Got interested in that applicant and shortlisted as her qualification has admired me. In abroad also i was in my own world and no intention towards any girls or ladies as I was tied up in my own job and duty.Lets go to the story, this was the day of interview. I was in the panel and this applicant came in, describing about her, was short female.