I invited john in the house for a drink and the whole time he could not keep his eyes off of my wife i knew he wanted to fuck her and she was so horny... that i thought she just might go along with it. If not at the very least we could put on a good show for him. We where all talking as john was sitting on the couch, i eventually came up behind my wife and started kissing her neck and rubbing her tits she threw her head back and let me slowly pull her shirt up over her tits for john to see in full. This is ... this is Wha ... WONDERFUL.” She squirmed as a buzzing sound filled her ears. Then she experienced the first orgasm that hadn’t been triggered by her own fingers. “OH Mr. C-O-P-L-E-Y.”Craning her neck she desperately tried to see what he was doing. His blazing eyes and wet face rose from between her legs like a seal rising in a tide pool. “ERIC,” Copley commanded at Myra’s use of Mr. “When we are making love Myra, I am Eric.”“Eric,” she said in a squeaky, tremulous, little girl. "From now on, whenever you are home you will wear nothing but your frillies. Also, when you get ready to go to work, you will find the lingerie I have selected for you wear under your male clothes laid out in the bathroom. Your days of sneaking about and dressing only when you are alone are over. Henceforth, you will live in pretty panties, garter belts and stockings. Every day when you pull your panties up over your cock, it will serve as a reminder of your servitude to me. Every step you make. They shouldn't be loved and cherished, but beaten and humiliated. They should be made to accept their place as inferior fuckholes. A cunt's life should be hard and degrading. She wished more men knew how to treat and use their women, and that more women knew their place was at their man's feet .That's why she was so happy to have her day job. It wasn't just that she was properly taken advantage of at work, but that she got to constantly work on things that were geared towards suppressing women..