She stopped and asked is that...? Yes, it was starting to hurt so I had to take it out. I told her we can go as far as you want and we can stop at any... moment. She said ok as we continue to grind. My dick was literally trying to pierce through this thin piece of cloth blocking me fromfucking her pussy. My hands began to wonder and found its way to her tits. At this point we were far from dancing but I am not complaining. She started grinding faster and faster and I could not hold it anymore so I. She poured some of the hot water that was in the kettle in a mug and put a tea bag in it. She walked back over to me and put the rim of the mug to my lips. “No thank you I don’t like tea” I told her. “Drink it, you’re skin might be warm but you need to warm up your insides” she said. I looked into her icy blue eyes and had no choice but to say no. I sipped it down slowly hating every gulp but soon it was all gone. “There, now get out of the tub and put on the towel” she said. I had just barely. I made no hesitation, got to my feet and climbed into bed. I laid on my back and spread my legs open."What a good slut," Tom said. The bed creaked as he climbed on, too. On his knees, he moved between my legs."What do we have here," he asked jokingly as rubbed my ass hole through the fabric of my wife's thong. "A tight little pussy waiting to get fucked?"The question was rhetorical and he pulled the material over to the side, exposing my waiting hole. "Put my cock where you want it, bitch," he. "Since you insist that you are being blackmailed by me I might as well give you an order for Saturday. I will pick you up at your home at six for dinner. A black dress is my first choice." She promised to honor her master by looking presentable. I arrived at Monique's home at exactly six; I am known to be punctual. There was a winding path lading from the driveway to her front door. The landscaping on either side of the path was a riot of shapes and of colors. I even stopped once and bent down.