Mr. Goldman was certainly going to get his money's worth and she vowed that this time she would do nothing to endanger the agreement she had with Deke....Johnny, she thought, please forgive me. Darling, I'm only doing this for you. She tried to remind herself again that this was actually only a cold, hard business deal and nothing more before she stepped back into the living room.But, even so, she again felt the steady creep of guilt as an unwanted wave of pleasure and anticipation rushed through. I waited with bated breath and still no response. Gently, I cupped her breast and squeezed it gently. She let out a soft moan and adjusted herself so her chest was more open. For a while I continued to squeeze her breasts. Suddenly with no warning, she opened her eyes and looked into mine. “Are you just going to squeeze over my clothes? Most probably you will leave a mark over my white shirt.”With this she reached down and lifting herself slightly, she pulled her khameez up so I could not. 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 like missles in her gear. While she would not wear hoods, she was receptive to masks and blindfolds, with a growing comfort of gags. We had a third bed that was in storage, and set that up. After a few months of dating I realised how sex driven he was, he liked fucking a lot. He wanted to fuck me at least twice a day and I wanted him to. He called me his little cum slut and I loved it. My first group sex encounter was one evening, we were at this club and I was a little tipsy. We went in a group, me, Andy and 2 other guys. I was all over my boyfriend later in the night and we were soon making out, his hand running up my dress and tugging on my panties telling me what he wanted. I.