They had been apart almost two weeks, but it seemed longer. Their desire for each other burned. “When can you spend some time with me?” “Not ton...ight, probably not Sunday, can I have tomorrow?” “You can have all my tomorrows.” Each used one hand to touch and fondle, and the other to eat their lunch. Laura told of San Francisco between bites. Greg did his best to distract Laura’s story fingering under her panties. Finally, Laura gave up eating and story telling; she leaned back and gave herself. What else could I do but let him, for Billy was my husband and owned my body.One Saturday afternoon Billy invited half a dozen mates over to watch the game. As it finished I brought in a tray of coffee."Tracy, these are my best mates. Anything I own they own. Therefore they own you. Strip." No!"I was standing there naked in front of these six guys."Turn around, bend over, spread your legs, pull your cheeks apart, that's it, wider. You know lads Tracy can take my forearm in her twat and my fist. “They are not here for your pleasure, slut.” Peter nodded quickly and looked down into his lap. “I’m waiting for your answer, slut. Don’t make me wait, it makes me mad. How do you think Mistress will punish you today? It is a very special punishment, I assure you. One from which you will learn much. You can answer now.” Peter gulped, “I think you may… you may… flog me. Or perhaps put a butt plug in me and make me crawl in front of the girls whilst they laugh and point at me.” Mistress Trixy. I leaned forward and let my blouse fall open slightly in exactly the way I’d done when flirting with boys. I knew the angle and the gap from my neck gave Mr. Donovan an easy glimpse down my shirt where my breasts were hanging slightly, held up by a white bra. And yes, he looked straight at my tits.Looking back, I sort of remember myself as one of those silly, overdone, seductive schoolgirl stereotypes, leading the teacher on to where I wanted him. But in reality, it wasn’t silly, and I don’t.