He put his lips on my ear as he whispered, ‘In that case, I’m not worried.’ He put his hands on my waist and kissed my cheek. It took everything...I had not to kiss him back. ‘Let’s eat.’ ‘Okay.’ I said almost too stunned to move. And then we ate. And we didn’t even talk much, which in a way was interesting. We didn’t have to talk. It wasn’t awkward at all. I didn’t feel like I needed to try so hard like I did with Macon. It just felt natural. ‘I know it’s probably corny but I brought champagne.’. I was rewarded by her throaty chuckle. "And when you are properlydressed, whore, come into the bedroom, with proper submission." Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress." As she turned to leave, I added,"I love you so much."Looking back, she wore a look softened to tenderness, mixed withobvious excitement and desire. "And I love you, too, sweet sissy. Nowrun along, and mince for me."At once melting with complete devotion and at the same time my cockthrusting like a rocket in the urine-stained white. You're a cock-crazy slut, and marriage isn't going to change you one fucking bit."Shelby blushed with shame. He was right of course. He knew her so well. But why did he have to keep rubbing it. She squirmed beneath him, accepting every thrust gratefully. Her cunt was still twitching around his plunging hard-on. Sweet sensations were still bursting inside her. She gazed up at the ceiling and tried to forget for the moment that she was a married woman."I'm going to cum up your cunt, babe. I'm. His arm wiped across his mouth and he stood quickly from his seat. He towered over her when he stood her head just barely to his chin, and she quickly looked down upon the cold wooden floor before he caught her looking at his wide chest. The room suddenly became very quiet. The only sounds heard were the crackling of the flames in the fireplace and the quiet breathing of the two occupants. The slave looked at the floor, knowing his eyes were on her. She could feel them burning her flesh. But.