From time to time, his hand would reach for the mouse, but it wasn’t that which attracted her attention; it was the Sam Browne leather belt that lay... beside it. “Be with you in a minute, slut,” he told her without looking up. The minute turned into five more, and then he clicked the mouse one final time and shut down the lid of his laptop. Jenny swallowed hard, as he picked up the doubly folded belt and stood up. The bulge in his trousers was quite prominent. He moved around to the front. You wanted to be my fuck-toy and that’s exactly what you are from now on.”“Honey you make me so happy when you say that. I really want you to treat me like your little bitch whore!”She made no attempt to wipe my cum from her face as she seem to feel it was some kind of badge of honor, and just stood and finished preparing dinner. Mom had gone all out on a special dinner, and I felt like a king in his court. She prepared shrimp cocktails for entrée, giggling when she said that seafood was great. I just presumed it would be a hotel downtown. But as we drove away from the restaurant, he followed us. I thought is coincidental at first but the longer we drove it became evident that he was following us home.It wasn’t unusual for us to host out of town guests. We have a beautiful home with a well-appointed guest suite with its own private entrance. As we drove, my husband explained that they would be up late finalizing some deal, blah, blah, blah, and that I should head to bed. He could tell. Since it was gas, I suggested we wait another hour.By then Rita and her big tits bounded over to greet us and, like the prankster she was, fiercely hugged us both; ensuring she transferred a small flood of water from her suit top and bottom. I enjoyed the crushing, pliable pillows against my chest and the cooling effect of the dripping water in the warm sun, as did Safa. That was evident by her proudly hard nipples trying to drill thru her thin, now translucent tank and the rapid twitching in.