" He stammered.I smiled "Happens a lot when I wear this tank top." Then I winked. This was going to be his lucky day, and mine.The guy in front of us ...finally got done. "Your up." The pimple faced punk said.My new friend slides over to the cash registers and put his items on the counter. The check out boy rang up his items. "That will be $145.32," he said.The guy I was talking to pulled out his wallet and while staring at me pulled out 8 eight twenties. He really thought that impressed me. It. Devonte got on his knees behind me. Grabbing both of my ass cheeks he lifted and spread me open. “MMMMYESSS,” he lustily growled and inhaled my womanly aroma.“This bitch is wet, I've never seen such a horny slut!” he informed my husband. "Should I give this HO what she wants?"My husband was defenseless and seemed paralyzed. I could see a shine of perspiration on his red forehead. The air conditioning unit in our room struggled to win against the heavy Caribbean humidity. His black rimmed. " And with those words she pushed her panties down and stood there in her naked glory. I groaned in appreciation.She looked incredible. But, man, she smelled even better, her scent filled the room and caused my cock to throb and bob. A large drop of precum bubbled out the tip. She reached out with her finger and slowly massaged the lubricant around the head of my cock. When she started to stroke me she seemed a little distracted I wondered if it was from embarrassment, arousal, or some. "But now she won't do anything I say. Or Ilona either. I beg you not to hurt her badly, Master, but it is becoming too much for both of us. She won't do her chores; calls us both nothing but sluts or whores and laughs when we threaten to tell you." She paused for a second before continuing in a whisper. "She's even taken her collar off at night and sometimes during the day. Maybe even outside."Anton sat up a bit straighter when hearing that. A slave was required by law to wear the collar at all.