I don't deserve it."Jason stopped pacing, he lowered his head and stared at his wife, "I won't ask again. Bring me the hairbrush, Megan."Megan waited....Jason couldn't tell if she was going to give in or not. He wasn't really angry with, but he needed to see if this was something he could do, and he certainly felt he was justified given their agreement."I didn't smoke." All right, let's see if this works then," Jason grabbed his wife's upper arm and pulled her out of the chair. The look on her. Cramps. Bringing you some Thai. Eating soup together on the futon while watching a documentary. And you burped too, a really good, loud one. Served us right for eating on the futon and not sitting up properly at the table – you took in too much air while eating. Keeping it real, you said. I agree. But that is so not ordinary. Not after two weeks. No, it wasn’t the keeping it real part. It wasn’t even the part where you sang for me – I can still hear you say “people pay me good money for that”. Unhone dono mummon ko bahut chusa aur mere sharir mein or aag laga di…….phir unhone meri salwaar or panty bhi utaar di….or mere nange jism ke upar apne haath pherne lage….phir bhaiya ne apne kapdon ko bhi utaar diya or hum dono bhai-behen abh khule aasman ke niche bilkul nange the…maine kaha bhaiya abh dekh kya rahe ho aa jaoo…or apni behen ko maaza dooo…bhaiya ne kaha ki tum jaise behen ko kaun khaali jaane dega….phir bhaiya mere saath lipat gaye or mere angon ko chusne lage…Unhone mujhe neche. I moved my hands towards her small tits and squeezed them hard. She cried out again and came. Her body shook and she was unable to stand any longer. I held her up and didn’t stop my assault on her tight pussy. When she came down from her orgasm, I pulled out of her. I slowly let her fall to the floor and laid her on the shower floor. As she lay there on her back I spread her legs and pushed my cock back in. I thrusted in and out of her again, this time slower than before. I knew I wouldn’t.