I slowly open my eyes, looking out. We’re high up, in his 15 th story apartment. The lights of the city twinkle below us. I don’t fear someone see...ng, but I wouldn’t care if they did. He is my Master. I am proud to be his servant. He presses against me, his cock nestling over my pussy. “Tell me Pet, why were you spanked?” In a clear voice, I reply, “Because you told me to suck and I touched you with more than my mouth.” I see his reflection in the glass. He's shrugging off his shirt. His. Nick poured us a wiskey and water as well as a shot of wiskey liqueur.A bit of time past and once it reached 17h30 we slowly started making dinner together. I put on my apron and Nick wore my husbands. Just my front being covered and my ass showing my lover battled to keep his hands off my bum and after him giving me a few spanks and having a few good firm squeezes of my bum it was very noticeable in his apron that his cock was pitching a tent.As we made homemade chicken burgers with melted. “Why don't you tell me about it?”“Is it your voice?”He raised an eyebrow.“On the CD that came with the letter,” she said, "is it your voice?"“Sorry?”“It sounds like you.”“You haven’t actually played me this CD. Was there a CD with the letter? Where is it?”“On the player in the bedroom.”“Are you going to tell me about it.”“Are you teasing me?”“I wish, I mean I would if I could find some way to cheer you up, there’s not many days I come home to find my wife sobbing and telling me everything is. They finished dinner, hugged the family, and headed to their silver 2010 Buick LaCrosse. David drove home slightly faster than usual. Yvonne paid no attention as she was buried in her phone texting her sister in Maryland. When they pulled into the driveway, David announced, “I’m gonna go play poker at Tony’s.”“Okay,” Yvonne replied.David walked her into the house making sure she was safe. He said goodbye and made his way to his kelly green 2011 Toyota Tundra pickup. David sped away intent on.