No, not his slave in the traditional sense - not someone that owned me and then put me out to work in the fields without seeing me again. It was not t...hat I wanted to become simply a tool for him. But I did want to become completely devoted and dedicated to him, so be a part of his body and will, to submit to him completely. In marrying him, I wanted to turn myself over to him and let him take control over me. Nothing would make me happier. So, the wedding. Tomorrow. It was going to be unusual,. . He loves bread and jam. I again stuck with sexy idea. I will sit on dining table and also pick him over the table. I given bread to him. He asked jam mom. I replied jam would taste delicious if you eat on the way I told. He replied how mom?Then I applied it over my boobs and pussy. I asked him to lick jam over it and eat bread.. She did same.. I felt wet in my pussy.. White creampie also came in between.. He observed it And told “mom horlicks milk is coming along with jam ” in a surprised. Who gave her those, they wondered?However, their looks of surprise soon changed to smiles and laughter and comments being passed between each other on how the woman’s bottom was being turned darker and darker shades of red. A couple of them even got out their phones and took videos of the spanking, and as Lexie looked up as she spanked Nina’s large fleshy bottom cheeks and glanced across the room she saw Jessica who looked like she was thinking more seriously as though wondering what it might. She tried the door and found it locked. She knocked again louder, still no answer, knocking again rattling the door handle. “Mom”, rattling the door again, “Mom are you in there?”, rattling the door again and starting to worry further, “Mom are you alright?”...... Jewel heard a rattling at the door and sat up abruptly, thinking it was her husband, fear chocked her throat. Upon hearing her daughters concerned voice. She got up and unlocked the door...... Misty feeling the handle turn.