Three days ago, I behaved like a real slut in Mr. Robert's shop, a real depraved bourgeoisie addicted to sex. At home, with my husband, I play snow goose who needs to be guided and encouraged to progress on the path of liberated sexuality. From the words that Francis says each time he takes me to bed, I know that he would like to make me skip the steps and become the real master of ceremonies of my long evenings of fornication. But I want to make him wait, he should not guess too quickly that I am already well advanced towards the goal he has set, to make me a very slutty wife dedicated to the pleasures of males.This morning when I wake up, when François has already left for work, I realize that I received a text message during the night. My heart is racing as I read it “Dearest Helen, your master is back. Meet today at 6:00 pm at my office ”. While I read and reread these few words, my hand slips under my nightie, goes up along my thighs and my index finger touches the slit of my pussy. I lie down on the bed and start to stroke myself well, spreading my legs wide. Slowly at first, then faster and faster, my fingers slide into my slit. With the other hand, I pinch my nipples a little, which harden quickly, giving me a soft and subtle mixture of pleasure and pain. I am now quite wet and my fingers are busy on my clitoris which points proudly like a bud in spring.After a good shower, I have to be quick because I will be late for work. I carefully choose the lingerie that I will wear during the day since I will not be able to iron at home before going to my consultation. I can't wait to be here tonight to take over the management of Pigalle and, as if it was on purpose, I'm going to spend the day in long meetings as boring as each other. I listen distractedly to the various speakers and pay little attention to the various presentations that are made to us. It's 5:30 p.m. and the last meeting is finally over. I go to my desk to put my things away and put on my makeup, making sure to draw a bright red around the edges of my lips and to restore volume to my eyelashes with a little lick of mascara. Then I leave the office, walk to Place de l'Etoile, which is very close, and rush into the metro station to go and wait on the platform of line 2 for the first metro which will take me to Pigalle station. Then I go up the Boulevard de Clichy and I arrive just on time, barely out of breath, at my marabout's office. Now that I am in the waiting room, I am reassured and I am no longer close to a few minutes; I know it there in his study and in a few moments I will be all his. I am reassured and I am no longer within a few minutes; I know it there in his study and in a few moments I will be all his. I am reassured and I am no longer within a few minutes; I know it there in his study and in a few moments I will be all his.Here he is at last, he stares at me with his dark eyes without saying anything and invites me into his office. His assistant Ahmed takes a seat standing to the right of his mentor seated at his desk as I settle into the patient chair. Mr. Coulibadou asks me if I am well and I answer him yes. Then, with a slight smile, he said to me - Hélène, how were these three weeks? Do you think you followed my prescriptions with your husband?Without giving him too many details, I told him about my outing with François in the Bois de Boulogne, about the little session with the two photographers and explained to him how my husband was able to take me as he wanted whenever he wanted.- It's perfect, he answers. And I understand you visited my friend Robert. I personally find the thigh-high boots and the lace-up corset to suit you very well.I blush and stare at the ground. So Mr. Robert recorded everything of my visit to his house and hastened to show everything to my marabout. I admit then - Yes master, to do you honor, I wanted to dare something myself without my husband imposing it on me. - You did very well and I am particularly proud of your progress. Let's move on now. he adds, getting up and dragging me with him to the room where I got caught by the four strangers on my last visit.For once, the secret room is flooded with light because the curtains are wide open; it changes me from sessions in the dark or semi-darkness. Ahmed and the marabout approach me and begin to undo the buttons on my dress. Here I am standing by the bed, in high heels shoes, simply wearing a beautiful transparent black corset that hides nothing of my breasts and my tuft of pubic hair. Master Coulibadou, standing in front of me, draws me to him and kisses me full on the mouth while letting a hand slide over my stomach to my pubis. Ahmed, behind my back, caresses my breasts while kissing me on the neck. My body shudders a little more when a hand opens the snaps of the corset and is pressed against my penis. My legs part a little more when a nimble finger slips inside me. Ahmed is already naked and his stiff cock is rubbing against me. My master removes his djellaba and his ebony cock replaces his hand up to my penis. Without knowing how, I find myself lying naked on the bed sucking with application these two beautiful cocks. I have been waiting for this moment for so long, I want to pump these two sexes until they explode in my mouth, I am like someone in the desert who has not drunk for long days and who wants to choke on full gulps when he finally reaches an oasis. But my master decided otherwise it seems! He makes Ahmed lie down on the bed and makes me sit on his tail with my back to him. Mr. Coulibadou now comes on the bed, positions himself in front of me and strokes my breasts with his cock while his assistant holds me well by the hips and gives light strokes of his cock to open my pussy. I am more and more excited, with both hands I tighten my breasts around the penis of my master who seems to appreciate this and leans towards me to devour my mouth. His tongue plays with mine then, in a low voice in my ear, he whispers to me- It's perfect Hélène, give yourself completely. Only think about your pleasure and the one you are giving. Being a b ...

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