See you later."I let the phone drop into the cradle and looked at the panties once more. There had been another detail nagging at my sub-conscience, j...ust out of reach. It came to me now and my heart started palpitating as full realisation struck home. The panties didn't just have a different scent; they had a different shape. No - not a different shape - they had been pulled out of shape!I dropped them on to the carpet, in a parody of delayed reaction, as if holding a hot object for a long time. M.” Marilyn said rising from her chair. “Welcome to Hot Wife Hotel.”Steve was waiting for her when she got home.“So, how did it go?” he asked anxiously.“I’m in!” Olivia answered excitedly. “I start Wednesday. I need to be there at 11:30 though, does that work out for you?”Steve smiled, “Oh, baby, yes! This is so exciting! You’re still good with this right? I mean, I know we’ve had this fantasy for a long time, but this is a whole lot more than just meeting up with a guy for a little fun. I want. Very large, that's promising!" she exclaimed.Her hand caressed my balls, her touch sensuous and soft. My balls were limp and heavy in their sacs which made it easy for her to feel them. She traced the outline of each with her fingertips and then cupped them in her palm, relieving me of their weight. All the time, my rigid penis strained and jerked with excitement."You are to be my slave from now on Keith, you do understand that don't you?" Rachel asked me."Yes Mistress Rachel, I understand." I. After the three day trek across hot sands, Rashid had spongewashed my body with a bucket of water drawn from the oasis well and hadattempted to comb my hair to the best of his ability. My neck, wristsand the space between my breasts had been dabbed with a slutty slaveperfume and I had been taught a number of basic display postures bywhich I might present myself enticingly to potential buyers. Like Karaand Mehra I posed now, turning my body from one position to anotherunder the watchful eye of.