“She certainly does.”, my husband replied.“My god,”, I thought, “he really wants Fred to fuck me. So what was all that bullshit about my not... fucking other men?”I decided to test the limits further; while watching for my husband's reaction I placed my hand over Fred's cock and squeezed him through his trousers. Andrew stopped talking. He was staring at my hand over Fred's cock, but the look on his face was not angry, as I had feared, but excited. A glance at the huge bulge in his trousers told. " I could show you each one of the colonels pursuing his or her duties just as I can show the bridge, but that would be a bit misleading. It would be as misleading as showing you the bridge where you are so evidently in command. Look! There you are chatting with your fellow officers. Isn't that sweet?" What are you getting at?" asked Captain Kerensky. "You've already told me that the woman on the bridge isn't me." Nor for that matter is this Colonel Musashi," said Beatrice who switched the. After the meal we retired to the living room to relax while the fantastic meal settled in preparedness for the evening’s activities. Like so many of our best sessions this one started with one of us giving into each others lust in the form of a hot make out session on the sofa.Hearing the sound of her sighing as I kissed her neck, pinch her nipples, nibble on her ear lobe or even just scratch her naked skin was enough to send my penis into its fully erect state even in the confines of its jean. In once instant, I'm shocked, surprised and aroused. It's the first instance of any overtly sexual behaviour since I came here. In an instant I remember that there is almost certainly more to being a slave than being kept naked and washing floors. But, she isn't supposed to be doing that I'm sure.I hear the sound of a door handle turning. Judy's fondling stops. A voice says, "Ah, you are here. Bring her in. Take her hood off and leave us."Judy removes my hood. I blink in the light looking at.