X and was in on the charade. She was totally in favor of the plot, mostly because Mrs. X was so rarely fucked that she was becoming a real bitch. It w...as so hard to find trustworthy male partners for Mrs. X in the LA area, that she usually had to go out of town to find a decent fuck. The maid was hoping that our company would alleviate that situation.For the next three days, I was to become Mrs. X's sex slave, or vice versa. Mrs. X wanted me to fuck her at every opportunity that I could get. ” She smiled at my nervousness. “I am, but you may call me Helen. It’s nice to meet you, Anna. Let me help you with your baggage.” She nodded to my friend, “Shelby. Did you get my message about the reception hall?” “Yes, I was just about to message you back.” The two of them started discussing the wedding while we grabbed my bags and walked to the front door. Shelby made plans to call the florist and gave me a hug goodbye before driving away down the long driveway. Helen led me inside and. He sat back down on the couch and picked up the remote. "Have you ever cheated on your husband whore?" No" Have you ever wanted to?"She hesistated again and another shock ran through her pussy"NO" she screamed. The camera angle switched back to a view from the corner of the room. He stood up, walked to the bench, picked up some scissors and cut her skirt and her cami down the backs and they both fell onto the bench. Susan was completely naked on the table, the shocking device still strapped to. I returned the favour by rubbing up and down inside of his thigh against his jeans. Teasing with every up stroke, just firmly touching his bulge for a second, then back down again. We’re both trying to do this to each other without anyone noticing. However with every up stroke from him touching my now wet pussy through my trousers, I didn’t really care.After another couple of rounds I decided to go and freshen myself up a bit in the ladies room. When I came out he was waiting for me. He.