She looked jubilant. "Hello," I said when I opened the door, "You look happy. What's up?" "You wouldn't believe it," she replied. "Try me." "I... I...... I told my husband. I told him about you, and the sex shop and everything." I grinned. "Wow. Well done you. Come in tell me all about it." So, in she came; I sat down on my favourite arm chair and I had Jen kneel down next to me. She was grinning from ear to ear. She wore a sleeveless roll neck sweater and a herringbone wool skirt; it seemed kind. “Good, well tell him to hold off for a few days and we’ll get together and I’ll tell you how to deal with it.” That was all she heard completely but she also heard a snippet that suggested the cost of the advice would be a night on her knees between the Chief’s thighs in some exotic location.It was apparently only a few days later that the Chief had instructed Sharon to empty her diary for a week and check visa requirements for the Seychelles.‘I know you won't do anything to compromise me or. I sucked his cock hungrily, massaging his balls. After a few minutes he told me to lick his balls while he wanked, then eventually he told me to lick his ass until he came.I sat on my knees, eating his ass and rubbing his balls while he wanked and called me a bitch, and dirty slut, and an ass eating whore. I told him I was his ass eating whore, his cunt, his toilet, and that he could do anything he wanted to me. I begged him to give me his spunk, to feed me every drop of cum from his big, fat. "So, I see you've both decided to go for it. I am pleased, although you both may regret it later. Come in, and put these collars on." He handed both of us a collar, "slut", and "slave". He then put leashes on us. "I want you to crawl in my house this evening", he said. We immediately dropped to our knees when we entered the house carrying our lists in our hands, until he took them out of our hands. "I didn't hear either of you reply to me. I see you will both need to be taught a lesson in.