“But I think I’d understand.”“There haven’t been,” she said. “I’ve kept myself for you, my darling.”“What about the contract, And...rea?” I asked her.I heard her sigh. “I was an idiot, Peter, to choose that over you. I’ve changed outfits four times a day. I took the cars for drives lasting hours and hours. Nothing filled the emptiness I felt. I finally realized that only one thing would ever do that. Please tell me that you still want me, too.”“You are my goddess, Andrea. I’ve missed you. That day she was wearing a bikini that our mother’s wouldn’t be caught dead in. It hardly covered anything. Amanda said that there wasn’t anything left to hide from us. Then we told her that we hadn’t seen her nipples yet. She laughed and took her top off then asked us if we were happy then. We sure were.Amanda told us that she hadn’t had time to masturbate before she came and that we could watch her if we wanted too. She told us that we could masturbate with her if we want. Okay! So Amanda. I wish to be your slave now, Sir." "I see," I said, thinking about what she had said. I don't know how she knew, but I was also fond of the BDSM arts and fancied myself a Master...although I had never actually had someone ask me to be their Master before! And certainly not someone this lovely! "Very well, Lawan. If that's what you want, you are now my slave. But I don't have any equipment with which to use on you - no ropes, no paddles, nothing like that." A broad smile came across her face.. He began to thrust back at her. I could hear the squishing, sucking sounds of her pussy gripping his broad cock.My wife was fucking another man in front of me and I was enjoying it. Her tits were swaying back and forth and in slight circles as he pounded into her. I could smell their copulation.She was moaning in a low, steady growl as her first orgasm built deep within her. Her face was red, mouth open and eyes closed as she concentrated on pushing back at him and riding out on her orgasmic.