Then I gave her a look.“I'm insulted, only 15 times? Not 16 or 17?” I asked.Then we both laughed for a minute as we both wrapped our arms around e...ch other once again.“Wow, I feel like we're on a dating show during sex,” I said.“Something like that I guess, but let me ask you this: how often would you have sex if you could seriously choose how much you did it?” Gillian asked.I had to think about that, I wasn't sure honestly. I mean I'd at least wanna do it once a day.“Well I guess twice on. She imagined Mr. Driscoll opening the door to the bathroom and she shuddered and came on the floor. After the spasms died down, she lay still for a while, forgetting everything except for how beautiful she felt. Getting up from the floor, she felt the wetness forming strands that streched and she glanced at the floor and her pussy. The panties got employed as a wash cloth again, and she used toilet paper to clean the floor. She flushed the paper down the toilet and rinsed the cum. I've been thinking about this all night. If you're going to be my bitch, the time may come when I need to take a lover." No ... please." I realized as soon as I said those words, my fate was sealed. If I was begging my wife not to take a lover, I'd already lost."Not right away. I promise," she said, with more of a smile than I would have liked. "But when that time comes, I'll let you know before I fuck anyone. We can talk then about whether you wish to continue to submit to me, whether I still. "While you could stay in the shower for a while, you quickly get out and dry off. You do not want to disappoint me, and you are anxious to see what I have planned for the rest of the night.You walk out of the bathroom and to the bedroom. You are naked and feel exposed, but you know that is how I want you. You can't wait to see what has been laid out for you.When you enter the bedroom, on the bed is a leather corset, black panties, black stockings and black heels. Everything has been laid out.