Bottom line what he says goes. The other night was one of those nights where my husband decided to play with his favorite toy; me. The entire day he ...old me he was going to have his way with me and I would be his fuck toy. He whispered it to me as the breakfast table, surrounded by our k**s. He told it to me as we walked around our block, greeting our neighbors as we passed. He even told me as we sat in church and listened to the priest’s sermon. That night true to his word he had his way. Before his infidelity, she would have welcomed it. Even give into his probing of her. Enjoy having sex with him. Not now. Not after that indiscretion.By the time she had her bath, dressed for church, had breakfast with the girls; Charles had awakened. He appeared at the breakfast table just as the three were finishing their meal. He was a mess. A three day growth on his face, his hair not combed, and wearing an old blue robe over his underwear."Good morning, girls," he said cheerfully. Then. I took the step separating me and Sweaty and pushed the tip of the knife to his throat just enough to draw a trickle of blood. ‘Or what?’ I said with my eyes on fire. It was false, but he didn’t know that. So, he said nothing. ‘Take three steps back.’ Sweaty pulled his self off of my knife and did as he was told. Fear and lies are an awesome weapon. I never took my eyes off him as I reached down and plucked my gun up. The two thugs lay on the ground moaning and cussing in Spanish. ‘There are. Fatima stroked her belly as the pleasure soared through her. Kayleah knew how to please her mistress, her tongue flashing through all the wonderful places before Kayleah's lips sucked at her clit."That's it, whore!" Fatima arched her back, her hips writhing, sliding her pussy about Kayleah's face. "Suck my twat! Oh, yes! You're my lesbian slut!" We both are," purred Ann, kissing over to Fatima's other breast, sucking hard.Fatima arched her back, the two lips of her concubines sending fireworks.