My wife had a BBC for almost 6 yrs and was owned the last 4 and a half. He could do anything he wanted with her, I loved it. She belonged to him and she did anything he asked without hesitation. She liked making him happy and pleasing him. We lived 200 miles apart, but we were still able to see him, on the average, about every 2 weeks. Since it wasn't as easy for him to travel to meet as it was for us, he was only at our house a few times, but we wanted him to treat it like it was his. He could of come and gone as he wanted and we talked about giving him a key. He always used our bed as his and my wife with it. Whether it was at a hotel or our house, I was there to assist and I never got enough of seeing them fucking. I loved to help in whatever was needed and provided lube, a *******, fluffed and cleaned up as I felt as much owned as my wife was. I was told a couple times to leave and let them be alone, which added to the excitement of not knowing what they were doing while I was gone, even though they were fucking, I wasn't able to see their position or his cock buried in her, it was exciting. My wife did spend the night at his house once and I loved it. There was something about me dropping her off in his driveway and watching her walk up to his house, him opening the door and her going inside. Seeing the door close and knowing they were spending the night fucking was exhilarating. Me delivering her to him showed his ownership of her.