HOW WE SERVE MASTER

She snivels.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“Look at me,” I say.

She doesn’t know what to do. I had made it very clear earlier that she had better not make eye contact with me.

She slowly raises her head. Just a bit. Turned to the left so she won’t inadvertently eyeball me.

I say …

“I don’t see how your wife can bear to fuck you. Tell me, how does Beverly possibly get excited looking at that?”

Jessica sobs.

I’m seated on one of the antique chairs in my living room.

My wife Hannah and Jessica’s wife Beverly are on the sofa to my left.

Jessica is kneeling on the floor in front of me.

Naked.

We were discussing her saggy tits.

They were on full display because she had her right arm under them lifting them up.

I usually make older women I dominate cup their breasts as acknowledgement of their aged and pitiful state.

Jessica is 71.

But she can’t cup her breasts because her left hand is covering her pussy.

We had already discussed how awful that vile gash was.

So dry.

So loose.

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HOW WE GOT HERE

I was doing this for Beverly. She and Hannah were friends. Though a decade apart in age, they had a major bond: each had a wife more than 20 years older than she was.

Beverly’s wife …

Needed correction.

But Beverly didn’t have the will — or skill — to do it herself.

Neither of those was a problem for me.

Jessica had strayed. And was in danger of doing more of it.

She had shared what Beverly saw as a romantic kiss with an old friend at a party.

Beverly feared it would develop further.

Hence …

Me.

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WE LEARN THROUGH SUFFERING

I pick up the pair of linked nipples clamps off the small table beside me.

As I start to clamp her nipples, I say …

“Tell her again.”

Jessica suddenly sucks in a breath as the first clamp bites down.

Looks over at Beverly.

Her voice trembles.

“I didn’t cheat, Sweetie. I’d never cheat on you. I love you. I love you. I love you so much. Just you, Sweetie. Just you. You’re all I ever want.”

She gasps.

Both clamps are on now.

I stand.

Take my cane off the small table.

Walk around Jessica.

Time to stripe her ass.

The night is still young and I don’t think Beverly is convinced.