And no matter how many times Anita played this role, that final moment of blowjob transition anal from CEO to slave-girl never failed to make her nipples harden. The rest of the evening would be variations on a theme. Usually at this point Don would clap his hands, the signal for her to sit up in her kneeling position: back straight, hands resting palms up on her thighs and her attention entirely focused on her husband. Anita loved this part because it almost always resulted in her first spanking of the evening. Don would pretend to continue his reading, although they both knew that he was watching her for the slightest sign of inattention, which she was only too happy to provide. A moment’s wavering glance, the slightest turning of the head or hint of restlessness in her posture and he would say, in the calmest of voices, “Down.” Anita would immediately turn in place and resume her earlier prostrate position, her face to the floor and her behind held high in the air, within easy reach. Don would always wait until she was literally quivering with anticipation – usually not a very long wait – before delivering two open-handed swats, one to each cheek. The first two were just warm-ups, they both knew that. Afterward Anita would resume her kneeling position and Don would return to his reading – until her attention ‘wandered’ again. The next two slaps would be noticeably harder, the wait before he struck – and the time between the slaps - longer. And the next two after that, and the next two, and the next… They had never gotten beyond ten slaps during this stage of the evening because usually well before that Anita would be literally biting her lip, her breath rushing in and out of her nose, as she teetered on the edge of orgasm. Sometimes she thought that was the best part, fighting to control the overwhelming desire for release while her husband watched, knowing that it was against the rules to come without permission Hardcore and that if she gave in the evening would be over. Don had become expert at gauging when she could take no more. And when he judged that she had reached that point he would put his reading aside again, then simply snap his fingers at her again and make a peremptory gesture towards the front of his pants. Oh, she loved this part, maybe best of all. She had always pretty much enjoyed performing oral sex on her husband, though most of the time a large part of her mind was still at the office. But being ordered to do it as a slave, naked and on her knees in the living room, was a different teen experience entirely. First of all, a rule had evolved that she first had to unzip him using only her teeth. And something about the entire procedure – approaching him on her knees, placing her hands on the arms of his chair, pushing her face into his crotch and struggling to grasp and pull down the zipper toggle between her clenched teeth, while Don again pretended to ignore her – made her feel even more like a possession. And when she had accomplished the task, and was finally allowed to blonde use her hands to open his pants the rest of the way and take out his cock, it felt so much like a reward to be able to take him into her mouth and pleasure him that she savored every moment. Savored them too much, sometimes, and too long, because sometimes Don would lose patience, place his hands on the sides of her head and forcibly increase the pace, pushing her head up and down on his cock until he climaxed and filled her mouth. She loved it when he did that, though she’d never admitted it to him. Then it was dinnertime and oh god, how she loved that. Often before she’d even had a chance to swallow his cum, Donald would snap his fingers again and indicate the kitchen with a jerk of his thumb, and Anita would hasten to obey, always remembering to first replace his cock in his pants and zip him up again before getting back on her feet and padding away on her bare feet to prepare his dinner. The bottom drawer, next to the stove, was where she kept the special apron she wore only on Slave Nights. At last! Three!!” Dora moans as she counts. I went to bed early and after moving the bed over a bit I managed to get the toothbrush charger in between my legs. 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