HOW WE SERVE MASTER

Would you believe me if I told you that those two happy intelligent well-adjusted women that I’m sitting between — my wife Akira on my right and her girlfriend Kokoro on my left — would be, less than two hours after this photo was taken, be eating out each other’s pussy in a 69 on the bed in me and Akira’s condo?

It’s true. It’s very true.

And while they were doing it, I was wearing my devastating skintight catsuit, and whipping one ass, telling them to roll over, and whipping the other ass with my nine tails.

Wait a minute, you say. Your wife has a girlfriend? You let your sex slave wife have a girlfriend?

I do indeed. And she does indeed. Why? Because I love her, and because it makes her happy to have someone she can play around with as semi-equals in bed.

Kokoro, like Akira, is a financial player at the highest levels. Despite her fairly young age, she’s a senior VP at a multinational bank here in New York City.

And, of course, they have the Japanese culture in common and the language.

And they are both smoking, hot and sexy.

And are lippy, despicable gossips. If they ain’t talking about you, you ain’t worth talking about.

So yes, my wife has a girlfriend. And I do have a rule that punishes her for having a girlfriend. Whenever Akira and Kokoro are out together — whether to catch a show or grab a drink and chat — Akira must always do one thing.

Wear a butt plug.

Other than that, I usually leave them alone to find their own sexual pleasures together. But sometimes I just have to dominate them both.

I mean, shit. Look at them. Wouldn’t you want to have two hot mama-sans like that sharing your pussy?