‘done the dishes and had my breakfast Goddess’ sam said in a humble voice as he kissed tips of his wife’s toes. Rashmi switched off tv and nudge... under his chin with her great toe signaling him to get up.’so slave that was nice breakfast, though I like you to improve upon your cooking skills further, I love my food. Now what else did I tell you in bathroom?’ rashmi crossed her legs and caressed cheeks of his face with her foot gently.’ Goddess told me to clean bedroom and glass room’’and did. It was as if I had staked a claim to him, "no one touches him until I am finished" seemed to be the unwritten but understood rule for the moment anyway. As his pants dropped to his ankles, his erect penis flopped out for all to see, I could hear moans of approval and was quite happy, as he was mine, or so I thought. I had no idea that I was to be taking that cock and so much more.As his pants fell to the floor and he stepped out of them, I dropped to my knees and started to tongue the end of. .their blood spilt unto the soil. The old, theyoung...boys. Yet the women wept for them because the men were theirlovers, their sons, their brothers, their fathers.From village to village town to town their blood was spilled and thewomen were expected to become subservient to a sick and demented dogma. I remained loyal to Queen Hippolyta and took up arms to fight in the war.I fought with conviction for the sovereignty of the enduring. With every thrust of my blade my enemies would fall. I was. Whether consciously or instinctively, whenever my hand was near her groin Donna would twist her hips to point them toward my hand, then thrust forward trying to make contact. I had a lot of fun letting her almost succeed, but moving my hand away at the last moment. It was sweet torture: "sweet" for me, "torture" for her. A couple of times she tried to move one of her hands - which should have been behind her neck - down toward her shorts. I immediately grabbed it and pushed it back to her head,.