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As I put the finishing touches on dinner I was feeling a bit anxious. I hoped when you came home you would be pleased with the effort I had gone to for your comfort. I surveyed the table once more and knew I had better get moving if I was going to be ready for you when you walked in.
I went into the bedroom to change, checking my hair and makeup in the full length mirror. I knew you liked me to look like the slut I was so I had applied the makeup much heavier then I normally would. My lips were a deep red and I knew one look at you and I would want them wrapped around your thrusting, vein engorged cock.
I stripped down and put on an apron...I planned to serve your dinner in nothing else. I tied the apron around my large belly and the ends hung down and tickled my wide ass. On my feet I put on a black pair of spike heels and my outfit was complete.
I heard the door open and your voice float down the hall, "Jenna?" you called out, making sure I was home. It was time. I fluffed my long blonde streaked hair once more and licked my lips.
"I'll be right there James," I called back...not wanting to give away the game too soon.
When I walked into the dinning room I saw you standing at the table lighting the candles. You hadn't seen me yet so I paused in the door and waited. As if you knew I was there you turned your head. Your eyes widened as you took in my state of near nakedness. I saw the flame of desire in your eyes that was hotter than the very candles you were lighting.
"Your dinner is ready Sir James," I told you...My calling you by your title was a sure indication I was wanting to play in the most serious of ways.
You sat in your high backed gothic chair and leaned back in appreciation. "You may get it then slave...but first come over here and let me see something," you ordered.
I walked over to stand before your chair...my large full breasts hanging free, each nipple was hard and stood out from the two inch areolas with only a sheer linen apron shielding my bald pussy from your gaze.
"Turn around," you commanded.
I silently begun to turn and when my naked butt is facing you your hands land on my hips and stop me from turning completely around. Your hands squeeze the amble flesh of my hips before sliding down to caress my curvaceous ass cheeks.
"I'm going to like this," you mumble to yourself. A swift swat on the rear and you ordered me to get your dinner.
I scurried to the kitchen and return with your plate. I set it down in front of you, but before I can retreat you stop me.
"Bend over the table here beside me," you tell me, "I want to see your slut ass and pussy while I eat."
I wasn't expecting this, but I eagerly leaned over the table right by your side...the table felt cool on my tits that are now swaying just above it. Your hands pulled my legs apart from behind to improve the view. Cool air now could be felt on my labia and anus bud. I stood in this position while you eat. I am in a constant state of arousal. You seemed to be enjoying your meal, but you haven't forgotten me. Every few minutes you remind me what a slut I have been the last few days and how you are really going to have to punish me. Then you would deliver a stinging slap to my ass cheeks before going back to your food.
When you finished eating you poured yourself another glass of wine before moving your chair back from the table a bit. I remained silent and was still leaning against the table when I heard the unmistakable sound of you unzipping your pants. It was a sound I had waited all night for.
"Turn around slut." You told me.
I turned to see you sitting in the chair...your pants off and your hard cock pointing straight up. I wanted it so bad at that very instant I was ready to climb right onto the chair with you...but you had other plans for this moment.
"Would you like some wine dear?" you asked.
