They are both fumbling at the waistband of his swim trunks. She folds down the material and his cock rises out. For a skinny guy, he’s impressive. ...is cock is about two thirds the length of her forearm, and probably the diameter of a fire hose, she thinks woozily. The mushroomy maroon head hovers in front of her face. She’s scared, but excited, and so, so wet. Anna King wraps her hands around Rhys Northwood’s cock and slides her lips over his head. He groans, a guttural sound, as her thick. A deep breath and boisterous exhale proclaimed my victory over the day. She was always getting after me for doing just about everything I had done as soon as I walked in the house. But she was in the shower, I was tired and I figured I could deal with her if she brought it up. Really, what was she going to do anyway (I remember thinking to myself). I looked for the TV remote. It was on the other side of the couch, probably just out of reach. I was so lazy I never even bothered to reach for the. I came back that day to my home and I wanted to fuck her desperately. That incident ended there.In the next few days, I didn’t speak to her properly and this made her very angry. I was not responding to her calls and texts either. Finally, that weekend, we spoke and she asked me to come to her house.When I reached there, she hugged me tightly and asked me, “Did I do something wrong?” I said, “No. Nothing.”Then I got some courage and whispered to her, “Poorni, look I am sorry. I don’t know what. FUCK YEAH, said one. Get that cunt on all fours, said another. Thank God, a woman that knows its place.Jesus Christ. So much hate against women. And this was my wife, after all—show a little respect. But I stayed professional and hid my dismay. This was just business, after all.“All right, baby. Now get cleaning. Do it fast. As much as you can do in about 45 minutes.”And for the next three-quarters of an hour, that’s what she did: Wearing only pink tennis shoes and a pink dog collar, she.