I was laughing as she slid off of the exercise ball and stood up. I was expecting a kiss as she leaned forward and wrapped her hands around the back o... my head.Instead of a kiss, my wife pulled my head into her glistening cleavage. With my face mashed into the valley between her delicious tits, I could barely breath but I unmistakably heard what she said next."I'll let you out when you promise to clean me up. Only this time you'll use your tongue." "Mmmmpphhh!" was my reply."Was that a yes?". If not, I'd probably just get ignored or maybe even a restraining order. Worth the risk though!(2 weeks later)It took two weeks, I was sure it hadn't worked. But my phone started ringing in the early morning, around 6am. I answered thinking it was a telemarketer. A soft voice came over the phone, one I immediately recognized as Emma Watson. She didn't say hi, or ask my name. She simply stated quietly "I need my orders."."Are you alone?" I asked her, trying to conceal my excitement."Yes." She. I'm not so sure George is going to do any better, and if I had to bet, I'll bet that he doesn't turn out to be an improvement." Why do you say that?" Well, Glenn had his idiosyncrasies, like whatever it was that he had going for Gingrich. So does George. He's a football nut, and for whatever reason he's a big backer of Jerome Weilfahrt and thinks he's the greatest thing since sliced bread or canned beer. After the third year of a two-and-seven record I'm not exactly convinced of it, but it's. The slick feeling of the bag was under her paws as she looked left and right, trying to see any more movement it was planning to make. The object lay still underneath her claws, her sharp claws digging into the yellowness of it. The cat relaxed, her claws retracting back into her paws, and settled down onto her butt. Around her the yellow object lay still. Perhaps it was dead. But then again, perhaps not. Out of the corner of her eye the cat thought she saw a flap of yellow trying to escape..