She carried a martini-rocks in her hand and wore her more softened, alluring smile. Dropping onto the fur-upholstered bench of her vanity, she turned ...to look at her dressing husband. She said:"You still haven't told me what happened yesterday afternoon, Max."He grinned. "I don't remember getting a detailed report of you and Wilson either." Well, at least you saw the tape. Was it good?" Quite in keeping with your usual seductions, Baby," he replied, knowing her dissatisfaction with his avoidance. ‘And I’ve been stumped about what to get him. The man has everything,’ she’s rambling and speaking rapidly. ‘I want it to be extra special, something he’ll never forget,’ she says. Her eyes are locked on mine and she takes a deep breath. ‘I want to give him you,’ she finally whispers. ‘Me?’ I almost choke. What the fuck is she talking about? I’m not hers to give to anyone. Wait! Is this her way of giving us permission because she already knows? ‘Well, not just you,’ she says calmly. ‘John’s. The slave assured Master that it would do as it was told and send the email that it wrote to Him first before it was sent. All it had to do now was figure out what in the world it was going to write. That was the hard part. The slave decided that the first email be one that was simple. Since hers had been simple and really an introduction of herself, the slave decided that it would keep the reply like that also. It would not mention anything about Master just yet. The slave decided it. He opens it and puts it to my nose. Closing my other nostril with his other hand he tells me to “breath in sissy”. I do as told with his cock in my mouth. As the rush starts to take over this guy pushes his cock deep down my throat and the guy behind me now has his finger inside my lubed up ass playing with my dripping clit. I’m in extacy. The bottle of poppers is put to my nose again, and again he tells me to “inhale sissy” as the finger exists my ass. While I’m inhaling I hear a condom.