Seasonal hospitality fuck leads to further punishment for a sex slave

Well it's 5 o'clock in the morning here in the UK. It's pouring with rain and the wind is whistling round outside. I couldn't sleep so I came downstairs. I'd put the television on but I'm afraid to wake Master so I thought I'd sit here and tell you about what happened last night. Come to think of it maybe that's why I can't sleep!
One of our neighbours, I'll call him John (he's about 40 and shows signs of having been good-looking in his younger days), came round to return something he'd borrowed from Master a while ago. John is the only one of our neighbours who talks to us and I think He's always had some idea of our relationship. But he knows a lot more now, that's for sure. I was putting up Christmas decorations, dressed as usual in my fishnet bodystocking, while Master divided His attention between me and the television. Master brought John into the living room to give him a glass of something warming, though I suspect that the sight of me had a more warming effect than the port which he hastily gulped down.

Follow up:

I could see that devillish smile appear on Master's face as He watched John's reactions in the trouser department and, sure enough, it wasn't long before He suggested that we should offer John some Christmas hospitality. Now Master has a rule that I shouldn't be a slut in our home but He's prepared to make exceptions on occasion so, knowing exactly what was in His mind, I hopped onto John's lap where he was sitting on a sofa opposite Master. I have to say it was like sitting on the root of a tree. Something fairly big was stirring there! I put my arms round his neck and we kissed quite passionately while Master watched. I know John has a wife and 2 daughters but that didn't deter him in the least when Master suggested that I should go and bend over the table and that John could have me if he wished. He reamed me with something that felt like the proverbial baby's arm complete with apple in it's fist.
Phew! It always amazes me what kind of liberated sexuality can occur in even the stuffiest of English environments. And now I've earned myself another 75 strokes for my van punishment on Sunday.