” Sarah nodded, “Yes sir,” she said tasting the word. She could not resist licking her lips as she did, teasing him.“What about you, any you p...refer or veto?”She thought, then shook her head, “Whatever you’d like.” She wanted to be called a great many things, horrible things that she could not voice, the mere thought of him addressing her as slut, whore, bitch, cunt, made her flush in the face and in her sex. But she could not say it, it was too embarrassing. “What about derogatory names? Are. It was no different with him; the areolas crinkled quickly, making my nipples ache with need. He worked his way down my body, avoiding all the obvious erogenous places, concentrating instead on places I never knew about, like behind my knees and the tops of my feet. He returned to my face and kissed me, just as one fingertip found the top of my slit behind my hood. The spot was being rubbed in slow circles with firm pressure, and I responded by trying to raise my hips.He put his hand flat on my. DinnerThe dinner consisted of special mughlai i.e shiraz was the Shaukat’s plate! There were nans on her belly and her pussy was stuffed with boneless butter chicken and Gravy.Shaukatcouldn’t believe his luck what depravity! As he dipped the nan in her pussy he would take a piece of chicken and lick her pussy for the gravy after 3-4 times she came again and he had Gravy mixed with cum with his nan. Then they put 2 scoops of ice cream in her pussy and it melted due to the heat but this time. I'd never met him, but somehow I just knewthat he would want me to be the most-womanly slut possible. He would showme off and loan me out to his friends. I redoubled my efforts, determinedto become the perfect trophy wife.Suddenly everything went blank. I found myself marching into town (withone of my trainers) and filling out the paperwork that would officiallychange my name to Sissy Cumslut. The man at the governmental agencybalked at this, but I was able to crouch under his desk for the next.