" Dejah clicked a button and an image appeared on the display screen on one side of the conference room. As the other girls saw what was shown before... them, mutterings of disgust and dislike spread throughout the room. "Believe me, I'm not any more enthused about having to dress in these things, than any of you are," said Dejah. What was shown on the display screen were women in short pants, sandals and sneakers, and loose fitting summer blouses or halter-tops. "We have to make an effort. She acted shy but knew just how to stir them up. Bobby whistled at her legs and she walked up to his chair and raised her right leg and put it on his left knee. Her short skirt fell back showing all of her leg. That started it. Bobby said I just thought of something I'd rather be doing other than watching the race. My wife giggled and slapped at him, she took her leg down and told me she needed me in the kitchen. All the guys hooped and teased me about being pussy whipped. I played along and. She would come by once a month, unfortunately through the side entrance, (Women were not allowed in the front) She would slowly take off my clothes like she was unwrapping a present. Then she would examine every inch of me, giving me soft kisses all over my body. I would tremble with every kiss. She would then lie back on the bed and spread her legs and have me lick her pussy for hours. I would tease her until she was close to cumming, then stop. I became quite good at orgasm denial, and it. No, he wanted to control her, totally, with her consent, then squeeze the life out of her, one day at time, to use her up. Then toss away the empty carcass. It wasn't anything personal. It was what drove him, his internal demon. Some men got off on cars, or skydiving, or other thrills. He got off on control. Life and death control.He pushed the button to the bathroom and Alex went in without being told and removed her undergarments and shoes. She brought them back to him and he again took.