"You know..." she said."Oh, you mean a slut?" I asked with a smile. I assumed this conversation would come up. Most of my friends had asked me at one ...time why I had become such a slut."No, I mean, how does it feel to be Jeff's slave?" she asked.I was shocked. First of all, while I listened to everything that he said, I wasn't sure that I considered myself to be his slave. Second, while Jeff was involved in a lot of my humiliation, most of it was done remotely, where he would tell me in advance. I suggest you read the previous part before proceeding further to fully enjoy this part but it’s not mandatory.After that, we got up and took a shower together in silence. We kissed each other passionately the whole time while we helped each other get the soap all over the body. She took her time to wash my dick and rubbed it nicely while I gave a good massage to the pair of boobs that I fell so in love with. I kissed her nipples, her neck, her eyes and finally, her lips. We held each other for. Rahul pulled me up on the couch with him. I sat there with him stroking my breasts and watched my husband go to work on his cock. It was amazing how much of Rahul's cock he could force down his throat. He made him gag on it. Eventually he said he was ready to cum and asked if I wanted to see him cum in my husband's mouth. My husband had never had someone cum in his mouth. I didn't know what to say. I wanted to see it but not if my husband didn't want to do it. I didn't want to force him to do. Ria: Han to Vivek! Tum to Karan ke friend ho na.Main: Ji madam. Hum school se hi sath hai.Ria: Hmm. Waise achha kaam kiya tumne is month.Main: Thank you, madam.Ria: Dekho Vivek. Maine tumhe customers se baat karte dekha hai. You have great communication skills. And I want you to be my personal assistant.Meri to man ki murad puri ho gayi.Main: But madam. Please don’t mind but I need money. I was working in sales because I can earn incentives besides salary. Actually madam my father is dead so I.