Next day

At noon the next day, the doorbell rang. Carter opened the door to see Allison. She looked sexy as hell. She had on a tube top and a mini skirt and high heels and her blonde hair flowed over her shoulders onto her perfect tits.

"Come in, Allison. Stand in the living room." he said. She obeyed. "I went shopping this morning. Your husband's money was burning a hole in my pocked." He said. She giggled. He began to feel her up. He squeezed her ass and her tits hard. She gasped. Then he stepped away to grab a bag. Inside was a bunch of slutty outfits, and some toys. She swooned with excitement.

"Pick one out and put it on. Don't touch the toys." He commanded. Allison began digging through the bag. She could choose a maid, a schoolgirl, a bunny, some tight leather, and a few lacy outfits that could fit in the palm of her hand. She chose the maid. She was here to serve, right? She stripped her skimpy clothes off and put on the costume. Her ass was completely visible below the tiny skirt, and Carter gave it a hard smack.

"One last touch." Said carter. And he took out a metal slave collar and clipped it around her neck. "Now, on your knees." He commanded. Allison obeyed.

Hours later, shortly after Greg got home from work, he saw Allison come in the door, face completely glazed with cum, and one eye glued shut. His phone buzzed with a video from Carter. He crept away to the bathroom.