But I have no other choice, so I said, “I love you miss pussy and I want to be your slave.”I probably looked and sounded ridiculous. Who would tal...k to a pussy like that and say I want to be your slave. But, that is what she wanted from me. She wants me to feel humiliated and used.“That is better whore. Now, a new rule for you. Every night, you will worship the pussy that owns you. You will kiss her and say how much you love her and want to be owned as a slave by her. It isn’t me who owns you,. Besides it’s not often that I get to be chivalrous and help a beautiful lady”. I laid it on a little thick.She smiled and replied “Talk like that will get you into trouble with your wife”.“Nah ... she tells me that I’m all talk and no action”.Celeste laughed with me as I loaded up with my wife’s purchases and one of hers. We walked together through the mall and in to the car park.She was immediately apologetic... “Sorry it’s a bit of a walk. I have a new car and I try to avoid the more crowded. “How I have loved you since the first day I met you in first grade?”Jean smiled, her soft brown eyes looking into mine and directly into my soul. “Once or twice,” she said. “But I never get tired of hearing it and I never get tired of you showing me.”With that we brought our lips together and softly kissed. Then with more urgency as our tongues and hands explored familiar places that have never lost their allure.Our lovemaking, thankfully, has always been passionate. At times, it is more soft. I said nothing, I was silent, no words of shock or “oh my god” just silence.I stretched out my right arm in a gesture of acceptance and continued to move towards John.We meet and I held his now stiffer cock in my hand, John cuddled me and gave me a small kiss.His cock felt good in my hand it had grown, it was about 7” long with a nice girth. I was slowly masturbating him and at the same time I felt my cock begin to throb.We ended up in the living room, sat on the couch, John pointed to the.