It was to the point now that she did not even wait for me to accompany her, she was happy to shop alone. My wife had a knockout body to start with........a statuesque figure of 6 feet, 165 lbs. and a full, firm 38DD chest. A pure delight viewing her in sexy lingerie, or even nude, she upped the stakes in her slave attire. In a harness or any other bdsm attire, she was transformed from my wife to my slut. The more we played, the more intoxicated she became to this fetish. Her 38DD breasts stuck out. You continue to slowly guck my mouth as I make gag and coughing sounds your cock is fully hard and you are touching the back of my throat. You stop with your cock at the back of my throat making it hard to breath and tell me that I have done good so far but you are not all the way in, but it's a good start and there will be more training lots more later on. You walk back over to the table and pick up two more leather cuffs and two pieces of rope. You approach the bench and attach the cuffs to. My boobs were hanging and bouncing as I was moving.“Hehe, looking at my boobs now, you naughty boy!” I said as I looked up towards him, smiling.“What are you saying Khushi, have you gone crazy?” he lashed out. He was embarrassed as well as surprised about the way I was behaving.“Why are you angry bro, didn’t you like my boobs?” I was teasing him and smiling constantly. “Oh, I got it! You feel they are small for your thick dick, lol.”Harsh was confused as fuck. He didn’t know how to react.. "I nodded and smiled at them, keeping an eye on the broken window that showed the distant trees where the stream ended."Why did they stop us?" Mrs. Preston asked. She was a handsome woman, bright eyed with a firm chin. Her clothes were plain but had been fresh."For the horses, probably," I said, "and anything they can steal." Would they have hurt us?" Clarissa asked meekly. She was a slim, pretty youngster, certainly not yet twenty, dewy some would say with cornsilk hair and long eyelashes over.