Marcus reached down and detached her from his cock, half grinning to himself as she reluctantly allowed him to remove it from her mouth. She was a hot one alright. He was going to enjoy using her. Already plans for her were racing through his head. He had accepted their invitation with a little uncertainty as to how the woman was going to react, how she was going to adapt to his treatment of her. So far, this slut had shown him she was the perfect slave, but there was more...much more... that he wanted to do to her still.
He nodded abstractly towards Josh, who sat slumped and breathless in his chair. "He has made rather a mess I think. Crawl over there and clean it all up, cumslut." As Molly obediently crawled over to her husband and started licking the cum up, Marcus left them for a few minutes. He picked up the bag he had left unseen just inside the door, and slipped out of the room.
When he returned, not long later, he had changed his clothes. He was now dressed in a white muscle shirt, and tight leather pants that were cut away like chaps in the crotch, his half soft cock swaying as he walked. On his feet he wore cowboy boots. He set the bag down beside the sofa and took a seat, making himself comfortable, and turned his eyes to his property.
Molly was just finishing lapping the last of the cum from Josh's cock and belly. Marcus smiled at the sight of her. She was nuzzled between Josh's thighs, on hands and knees, with her tongue doing it's work like a puppy. She was the perfect picture of a slave. He was going to enjoy this!
"Is it all clean? Did it get every drop?" He asked, addressing his question to Josh, who gave a silent nod and tried to straighten himself up in the chair. "Good. Now crawl over here slut, I have a job for you while I talk with our guest."
Molly was confused at his wording, but only for a few seconds. At first she thought Marcus was the guest of course, but then she rememebred.... for the duration of this escapade, Marcus owned her, which meant Josh was the guest simply by way of being allowed to stay and watch. She obediently crawled over to kneel in front of her Master, looking up at him for further instructions. Perhaps she was secretly hoping for some praise or arousal, but he simply waved down at himself in a rather uninterested way, almost ignoring her.
"My cock is getting cold. Put it in your mouth to keep it warm until I wish to use it again. No sucking, do you understand, slut? Just keep it warm, and don't let it out of your mouth until I say to."
Feeling a little let down, Molly leaned in and took his cock in her mouth, working it in until almost all of it's half soft length was in her mouth. Marcus sat with his knees spread and began to talk with Josh. They talked about sports, politics, horse racing..... they talked about anything but Molly, and they talked for what seemed like hours to her as she cradled his cock in her mouth motionlessly. In fact, they paid her absolutely NO attention at all, and Molly began to feel hurt, until it dawned on her that that was exactly how a piece of property would be treated, and THAT was what she was. This realization made her blush, as she felt instantly humiliated... and at once aroused!
Marcus looked at his watch, then leaned over to open the bag at his feet, without affecting Molly's mouth on his cock. He began to pull things out of it, preparing items that Molly couldn't really see from her vantage point of having her face pressed in his crotch, and that Josh couldn't identify either from the other side of the room.
