She was mature for a slave, her body in good shape despite being draped in that silly sack of a dress. Her breasts were firm, perhaps a bit small but ...just fine. I made a note to examine them later along with other parts of her body, to carefully examine and touch her.She was chained as was customary for these slave auctions, her hands cuffed in front and her neck collared with a chain secured to the post. No, she was going no where except to the highest bidder.The handler was already pulling. ” I told her “Nopes, brought up in India and been in Singapore for 4 years now”. She said “Interesting, you dont sound so. Usually Indian guys say they are from the UK or US though they hold an Indian passport”. She asked me to join her for dinner and we got talking.When it was time to leave, she asked me if I wanted to have coffee and stay a bit longer. I told her I needed to head back, and that she could accompany me back and have coffee at my place” She smiled and nodded yes.As soon as she. - The wife: is sometimes blindfolded, cannot speak to her hubby directly and she has to obey my (the mistress) orders unconditionally.- The hubby: always sees what happens, but is not always allowed to touch, or even approach his wife. Every single time he comes, it is only on my command and with my permission, and he always has to lick and swallow the cum 100%.I brief the wife before the session, I tell her the answers she has to give when I ask her things, I explain to her that she should not. I had breakfast and coffee and as my headache started to relent, with the help of some ibuprofen, the urge to relieve my bladder grabbed my attention."Oh, no," I moaned, surprised by my new problem. How was this going to work?Stepping into the bathroom, I took my pants off completely, to simplify things. I lifted up the cruel device and saw that there was indeed a small hole at the tip of the shaft covering. It appeared I would be able to piss out of that hole, although, not while standing up.I.