I've been punished before and accept it as part of being Jerry's property. I've accepted pain and humiliation since I was young when my father ****d m...e and then had my brother **** me as well. If I didn't do as I was told I was beaten, so I learned to accept things and eventually grew to enjoy it. My first husband used to swap me with his buddies, so I learned that for me sex wasn't something so romantic as it's made out to be. Now I` am a pain whore and I just do it to please others and to. I headed for her home after work Friday, stopping to pickup some flowers and fine wine. After a nice dinner and most of the wine,Mistress told me to put on the outfit she had selected for me. It washanging in her bathroom and she would help with my makeup.A found a purple brocade under-bust corset, black panty girdle, thighhigh stockings, a lacy black bra, and a deep red sheath dress and and redheels. I snugged the corset up to a point that would please MistressAndrea and finished dressing. The. My heart sank as the realisation hit me, of course I couldn't find them, they were inside.The moans grew louder and all I could do was listen, not knowing how to approach, what to say, almost in disbelief and hoping it was another party couple finding an unlocked car to fuck in, but closer I went as I made my way around in the darkness and stood next to the window.Neither had even noticed I was there, both obliviously caught in the throws of passion as they groaned and moaned inside. The car. Taking it in her hand, Leanne strokes the shaft and caresses the head with her fingertips. The touch of her fingers has me burning with arousal. The first glistening drop of my precum appears. Leanne swipes it off with a fingertip and licks her finger to taste it. Rising from the bed, my wife lets her towel drop to the floor. Leanne is bare in more ways than one. I smile at the sight of her freshly shaved pussy, a treat that I haven’t enjoyed in quite a while. Reaching out, I caress the.