The k**s should have been in bed for a few hours now so all looked good as I entered the house. Jing was watching TV and when she saw me, turned it of... and began to head to her room. I told her to wait a little, I had brought home a pizza for her, and I wanted to speak with her.She looked a little nervous but sat down opposite me as I placed the pizza in front of her. I noticed she had not changed and still wore her uniform; the threadbare ‘hand me downs’. Hmm, I wondered. “Did Kutwijf tell. You could do so much better than me. “Hello, Imogen,” you say, and my knees feel weak at your voice. “Hello, sorry I took so long to get here; I had an extra report to read.” “Well, you’ve certainly kept me waiting in anticipation.” You say with a cheeky little grin. “You look cold, let’s warm you up.” You take my hand and kiss my frozen cheek before leading me into the room. The bed is as wonderful as I’d imagined. It has crisp white sheets and a cosy looking duvet. The headboard is simply,. ’ ‘Darling if the fantastic things you just did for us both are the result of you thinking sexy thoughts, just keep on thinking them. By the way, I think we gave one of the usherette’s a bit of a thrill too.’ ‘What do you mean?’ ‘As we came out, one of them was looking decidedly hot, and she gave us a very odd look. I think she must have been behind us, watching what we were up to.’ ‘Oh, thank heaven I didn’t know that at the time, I’d have been too embarrassed to walk past her.’ ‘I wouldn’t. In training my husband I had a great deal of help from a good friend of mine Catherine who is a semi-professional dominatrix. Cathy is the one who set out some simple if harsh methods of training my husband and they worked like a charm!The first month whenever my husband got amourous I referred to him as my little cuck. I also explained that as a little-dicked wimp with only 5 inches he was no longer allowed to have regular sex with me but was only allowed to eat my pussy.While he ate my pussy.