”“But those scars look like my brother’s.”“Is your brother a soldier?”“Yes, he’s from the special forces. I know what I’m talking ab...ut since he always shows me when he makes a new scar. For example, this one looks like one he has with a knife. And this one is from a pistol. This one is from a rifle.”“I am not a soldier. Maybe if I ever get you serious, I’ll tell you about these scars.”“Take me seriously?”“I told you, you’re pretty on the outside, and ugly on the inside. That way, I’ll never. I was glad she had already come when I came. I was glad for her, but I didn’t stop. I kept going and going, like the battery bunny. I came a total of three times in her. Each time taking longer and longer. She was a noisy thing, as well. I was glad no one was at home.When I finally rolled from her, she curled up in my arms and fell asleep. I followed her there, shortly after.It was my sister’s noises as she came into the house that woke us. We had to hurry to dress, and to straighten ourselves. I started beating my cock right there, hoping she could not see of course."Fifteen?" I asked myself, "I wonder how much of a bush she could have there already. Or perhaps she shaves it?" She turned around then to look at herself in the mirror. It was a good angle, however, because I could still see her perky boobies. Plus as she approached closer to the mirror, I got a good view of her cute ass. I beat harder.Unfortunately, I had to back off as she opened her dresser drawer, got something out,. It is crucial that you understand and accept that. In fact I want more from you than acceptance; I want you to embrace it.” “I will work on that. Maybe what’s got me rattled is this collar business. You intend to wear a collar like his slave and that it is like wearing his wedding band. Well what about my ring on your finger and yours on mine? Do they not count anymore?” “Of course they still matter, Jeff. You are my husband. I am your wife. Nothing changes in that area.” “But the power.