She sternly looked into my face but said nothing. Little did she know that the insolent rebuff would cost her dearly in the hours to come.I helped the... wife of a severely injured man to her feet and quickly paid for the coffee. Helping her with her long leather coat I managed to brush the outside of her unhaltered firm breasts. She appeared to be too fatigued to notice the caress. I smiled as I thought of the further liberties that I was planning for the next eight hours.When we reached my. After two slurps he said.“You just can’t beat Pussy slammers!” He laughed handing the straw to his friend.The other guy sucked all of the tequila out of my wife’s pussy and slid his tongue beyond her labia, licking the inside of her tequila tasting pussy.My wife laughed, looking at the guy with his tongue deep in her pussy.“I love when you guys do pussy slammers!”The guy removed his tongue from my wife’s pussy and said.“We should get dressed and get moving! Same time next week honey?”One of the. We really do. And I appreciate the sacrifices you've made to be afemale staff member for our clients. But you can't keep coming to work inthose clothes. Those old Dockers and faded Polo shirts have to go if youwant to remain employed here. And just look at your shoes! You wear thesame pair of Skechers day in and day out. Besides, you don't dress like aBeth would, do you? Would a Beth have a old smelly wallet in her backpocket?"Her comments embarrassed me greatly, and I turned beet red. I myself. “Sissy cunt”. His voice sounded ‘normal’ (not unlike mine) but his then and throughout had a hard edge.“Yes Sir”“You will refer to me as Master at all times. OK cunt?”“Yes Master”“I will ask you questions now and you will answer immediately with no hesitation. Hesitate and the call ends. Permanently. Understand cunt?”“Yes Master”“First name?”“Neville”“Answer respectfully you pervert!”“Master, my name is Neville”“Married?”“Yes Master I am married”“Wife’s name”“Master, my wife’s name is Joan”.