”, Mistress Marit continues whilst sipping from her juice. “Is that understood you both?” “Yes Mistress”, I say and I hear some affirmative ...mumbling coming from the other side of the bed. That must be my wife that is on the ground on the other side, I realize and I keep my head to the floor, but all inside me wants to peek.“Stand up slut5 and present yourself”, I hear Mistress Marit command and I want to get up, but I get a face slap again. “Did I mean you? Are you slut5? Your name will be. I stopped in the shadows of the boardwalk I was taking home, and fingered my ass. It feels gooooodddddd. I pull my sweats back up and head on home.I was soaking fucking wet. from head to feet, and my toes, but I smoked another toke of the shit, and remembered where my lighter and cigarettes were hiding: out in my van. So I jumped up and took the door card, (so I can get back in the bldg) no coat this time, just my wet, hooded sweatshirt, (hood not on) and went out to the van to get the lighter. She squeezed her arms together, and checked her appearance in the mirror. Perfect; her nipples and dark areolas were exposed above the lace. Then the crotchless panties. Once they she had them on, she sat on the edge of the bed, and examined between her legs with a hand mirror. Her pussy was smooth; she had shaved earlier that morning. Opening her legs wide, her wet slit was visible; the darker red of her opening, the bud of her clit, even her pee hole could be seen clearly. She was tempted to. ”Jenny looked at him, a bit wide eyed, her dark brown hair swinging as she shook her head.“No, it’s ok, don’t deny it, I know how guys like that work. Hell, I’d do the same. But I suspect, no, I know, that you will want to please me on your own accord, I can just feel it. I can see you looking at me, I’m not blind”.Standing up, Max, paced around the room for a second before coming back to stand near the small table holding the tea and extra glasses. “Tell me, how did it make you feel to watch.