She told him to drop to his knees. He did. Then she ordered him to worship her ass. He began grabbing and kissing it. She told him to worship her like... a bitch. He began licking and eating her. She briefly released a cock so she could force his face further into her. His tongue reached deep and whirled all over. Tiffany felt sexual power as a dominant woman. She had men worshipping her perfect body and did whatever she wanted them to. Hernipples were being sucked on, her hands filled with cock. “Hi Steph this is Tim....um Rosie..can I come over?...I will call back at twelve.”He hung up and decided to take the bus over to the tower block where she lived and worked to try to phone her again. It was only a twenty-minute journey and he was there at ten to twelve looking for a phone box.When he dialled her number this time Steph picked up straight away and gave him directions to her flat, and the door code to the block so he could let himself in and come up to her floor.As Tim got to her. " Stop dancing, queer. Raise that dress. Show daddy those panties. Whatis the wet spot in the front of your cute little pink panties, sissy?You must like dressing in women's clothes in front of a man and beingbossed around?"Yes sir" Good girl. Turn around. Let's see that pansy ass in panties. Fuckingfaggot. Lower your dress and come to me. Now kneel down between mylegs, Megan. I have what you want. I have what you need. Put your handson my knees and look up at me. Into my eyes, pansy. Good. “Morning, honey,” came Jill’s cheery greeting. She obviously had the advantage over me having been up some time.“Morning, darling,” I replied, my voice croaky from the phlegm yet to be cleared. She looked so good there, freshly showered and positively glowing. My heart aching at the thought that another man other than me was largely responsible for this glow. Another man that I must have been insane to share my wife with – this glowing picture of loveliness. The woman I couldn’t live without.