Making and breaking of a cuckold – 8 Clean-up duties

This wasn’t quite life and death but there was a lot of pain heading my way if I didn’t snivel enough.

“Thank you for allowing me to touch my wife’s pussy again Boss, I am most grateful. You are a very generous Master to allow a worthless cuckold like me such pleasure. I just can’t thank you enough … ”

“That’s enough fuckwit. You’re gonna make me puke in a moment you’re such a pathetic faggot. OK, get to it. I’m taking a shower. What do you want the dial on Gemma?”

“Five please Max, a little extra incentive to perform, eh?”

So then it happened, I buried my face in my wife’s vagina and licked away, lapping up copious quantities of the Boss’ sperm whilst targeting her clitoris. It was utterly revolting and I felt ravaged by being forced into such a demeaning act. Gemma had several orgasms then was spent after 20 minutes. She pushed me away with her foot like I was a sack of garbage and spoke,

“You can go downstairs and make us coffee cucky. We’ll be down shortly. No, don’t put your clothes on. You’re to wear your chastity tube and collar and leash only when you’re home. Get moving loser”.