"There'll be time enough for that - or not," I said, removing her hand from its target and handing her a plate of food. She was hungry, I could tell, ...ut poached eggs on toast are peculiarly difficult to eat one handed. I did think about feeding her from a dog bowl and all that shit, but, hey ... not me, you know? So I carefully sat on one of her legs, caught the other between my own - basically ensuring that she couldn't move or bring her knees together, then told her to untie the cord about. I was relaxed, my ass in the air enjoying him tonguing me. I remembered the sharp pain when he rammed into me. I wasn't expecting that, my anus was loose enough for him to gain precious inches before I knew what was happening. I needed Franz to let his guard down just for a second.As I started to withdraw the laborious inch of ground, I cried out that I didn't want to fuck him after all, that my cock hurt too much. That did it. I could feel his rim give up the pressure surrounding my cock. Not. Whatever, I sputter time to get up either way. I walk to the conjoined bathroom and look in the mirror. I am taller than average hight, but still not big enough to be considerd tall. I am curvy, pretty much average in the in the chest, and have imposibly blue eyes. Whats for breakfast? Ryan asks me while leaning down wraping his arms around my waist, and settiling his chin onto the crease of my collar bone. Why dont we hav- pancakes? Sure, I reply. It doesnt take me long to get dressed and. But you were responsible, too. We all know Kate has a real problem with your submissiveness. Don’t cry, sweetie. It’s no more your fault than Tony’s. Tony, you never forgave Kate for hurting Wendy that one night, and then you hid your newest art from all of us, even blaming Kate for taking one of the pieces. You didn’t do the one thing that we all promised. You didn’t share what you felt with us. So, we’re all equally to blame. Having our wife get mad and walk out on us has hurt each of us.