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I'm a Chinese Singaporean lady, I'm 46 years of age, happily married. I am also a senior teacher at a Secondary (high school) here in Singapore. I am about 1.8m tall, quite plump, and my breasts are approximately 40DD size, but sag a little due to my age. This was how my life spiralled down to be a sex slave.

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A couple of years had passed since all the events and trauma I went through. Me and my husband are now happily retired, living peacefully in our huge lush bungalow. We kept our maid but had fired our high sex-drive driver.

The sexual episodes with my driver and my students were long forgotten. We spent our long days mostly cooked up at home. Gardening, reading etc were our daily activities, as I have already reached a good mature age of 50, and my greying husband slightly older.

One fine morning, I received a call from Tammy, Dr Maz's wife. I had long cut off ties with that family; he had blatantly used me as a sex slave for his 4 sons. It was something I found it hard to forgive, even though I am not a vengeful person.

"Oh hi Sharon, it is so long since I heard from you! You and your husband George seemed to just disappear!" Tammy's happy voice sounded innocently.

That was the plan Tammy. You had no idea what your husband did to me, I thought to myself.

But instead, I cheerfully replied, "Yes dear it's been awhile. Just enjoying my retirement haha!"

"Look, we would like you and George to come over for dinner. And moreover, the New Year is coming. What better way to catch up, Sharon."

I thought about it. As someone who had always been it's best to forgive others' mistakes, I felt maybe this was the chance for me to forgive Dr Maz and his naughty kids.

I told my husband about it. He was reluctant, as I expected.

With an angry voice he said, "He betrayed me, Sharon. He used you like a sexual object for his kids and the students in your school. I can never accept that!"

My husband was getting all worked up and jealous again as usual.

"Dear, there's no reason to get jealous. That was all in the past. And us being good God fearing folks, aren't you forgetting that we have to be more forgiving? We have to be better ones. Let's just forget about my sexual encounters forgive them dear," I said gently, placing my reassuring palm on his lap.

George stubbornly shook his head, but surprisingly asked, "Is his wife going to be there?"

I said yes, and explained to him that since Tammy was the one inviting, and the fact that she was asking my husband too, well perhaps it's a sincere invitation.

"Ok, let bygones be bygones. So when is it?" my husband asked.

The night came when we arrived at Dr Maz's house. We dressed formally, as we always do when we go out for dinners in the lavish restaurants around Singapore.

Though I tried not to be sexy, my heavy 40DD breasts were always displayed grotesquely no matter how hard I tried to cover them up. My long green evening gown could hardly contain them, but oh well, I did feel safe if Tammy and my husband George is around. I wore a matching pair of heels to go along with it.

The couple were standing by the doorway to invite us when we came. Dr Maz held out his hand, but George was hesitant. I nudged my husband, urging him to accept the handshake. Thankfully he did.

"Welcome to our humble home, Mr and Mrs Ho. I'm so glad you two could make it," the doctor beamed.

I noticed Dr Maz not looking at me at all. Well that serves him right for torturing me sexually, I thought to myself.

Me and Tammy hugged. I had to point out that she is a very short lady, and I had to bent over to hug her. Her kids, though not midgets, were stunted too, like their mother.

"Oh how we missed you both!" Tammy cried in my arms. "We are so happy to see you and George, and are honoured to have you both as our guests tonight!"

Their 4 teenage kids were standing sheepishly. I am not sure whether it was due to respect for us elderly or the fact they are feeling guilty for forcing me to have sex with them before. Nevertheless I always believed they were still youths and like all youths, immaturity may get the better of their minds.

Me and George seated by the dining table, with Tammy gossiping about our other friends. I could sense George, who was initially uneasy, began to lighten up.

Dr Maz brightened up the tense atmosphere at the dinner table by cracking jokes, prompting laughter from me and my husband. This is going way better than I had expected, I smiled. I began to relax.

Refreshments were served by their maid, who, to my surprise, was an actual midget! She was about 20 years of age but according to Tammy, was hardworking and good.

"She gets the dishes done all the time!" Tammy joked, and we had a good laugh.

The refreshments were starters; biscuits and tea. The main course strangely took so long to arrive and I actually had finished my drink. The midget maid promptly refilled it for me and George. I remembered finishing the second serving of hot tea before passing out.

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I woke up drenched sweat, tied in a standing position against an "X" shaped bar, my four limbs spread wide. I tried to scream but realised something was stuck in my mouth. Running my tongue over it I realised it was a large rubber ball, with straps wound tightly around my head.

It was like a nightmare came true. I was stark naked; not a strand of cloth on me. My large drooping breasts reached down to my tummy, and was shocked to see it was covered with creamy sperm. It was still warm. Someone had not been able to wait, I thought.

I looked around through my foggy glasses and saw George seated by the corner, tied up tightly too with a rag in his mouth. He had woken before me, and was now staring at me with frightened eyes.

He was naked too, his flabby tummy spilled over. He too was sweaty, and his small round dick was exposed. I struggled against my bonds but it was no use.

There was someone else beside me, strengthening the bonds holding my ankles. I looked down and was shocked to see the midget maid looking back up at me, an evil grin on her face. She seemed happy. Once the knots on my ankle were tightened, she left the room looking pleased with herself, leaving only me and my husband George naked, looking each other in horror.

My legs were spread wide, following the angle of the X bar. I felt my pussy being stretched. My quads and hamstrings are hurting but there was nothing I could do. In front of me George was still sprawled naked on the floor, helpless, looking at his wife standing in front.

It was stuffy inside the room. I am perspiring and drops of my sweat were dripping from the tip of my nose. The said gag that was stuffed in my mouth was too big, and my jaw hurts as my mouth adapted to the size. I felt my pussy juices also starting to drip, mixed with sweat. Oh how uncomfortable!