I must admit it is true but only in the sense of tending to the needs of one's intended not for my base instincts or female pleasure.I really do not p...ssess my sister's desire for anal impalement and only use it to improve my prospects for suitable spousal partnering. My true intentions are to direct Sir Henry's royal seeds into my baby-making vagina to enhance my familial position.Should my husband desire to use the willing mouths and ready bums of available females for his sporting pleasure,. I can still remember that first time; the wonderful feeling of comfort and love as he thrust into me again and again, making those little grunting pleasure sounds; sounds that I thought I would never hear again.We made love in one long all-night session. He held me down and fucked me like a madman, staring into my eyes as he used my body for his pleasure. When he'd cum in an intense satisfied way, it would be my turn to climb on top of him and use him like he had just done to me. I milked him,. Do you understand? He nodded again. This is what I wondered, he said. This is what I hoped, he whispered. She smiled at him. Then let us begin.She picked up the leash and sat on the edge of the bed. She spread her legs wide and she glistened in the warm glow of the room light. Slowly she drew the leash in. I have never done this before. I know.Follow my instructions exactly. She pulled his head in now with her hands.Stick out your tongue and with long slow strokes lick the outer lips. She kept. ‘So what are you saying? That makes it ok to go around blabbing company secrets to any man who worms his way into your pants? And you think that’s what I’ve done.’ He shook his head. ‘God, no. That didn’t come out the way I meant it. Like I mean… sometimes you do stupid things when you’re in love. It doesn’t mean you lose all common sense. I know it isn’t you who’s been talking. I was just trying to… be supportive.’ ‘I’m not in love.’ Monica was slightly mollified. ‘But thanks.’ He smiled..