In fact she often had bruises, and her bottom was often too sore to sit down. Her husband believed a woman belonged in the home and always obeyed the ...an.He came in, smelling of sweat and damp wood. Without a word he sat at his place at the table - the head, of course. She handed him a damp towel with which he wiped his hands off. Then she sat on his left-hand side as he filled his bowl with the meat stew. He tore off chunks of bread and ate heartily. Marnie barely ate and certainly didn't. She lifted my cock up to wash my balls. She then lifted me up to wash behind it. Her finger touched my asshole. I was enjoying this too much. My voice made a tiny moan sound when she touched me there.And finally, she grabbed hold of my cock for the second time. She pulled my skin back and applied soap to my cock head. My hips moved on their own to make my skin go back and forth. My cock nearly hit her mouth. That’s when she got up and turned the shower on again.I was right about to cum. It was. I dropped mine also and started to stroke my dick. He smiled as he reached for his cock and we watched each other jack off. As his cock grew so did mine. I could not believe how exciting this was. I had never thought of another man's cock being exciting without it being in a woman's cunt or mouth! But here I was fully hard with barely any stroking. His was at a good 7 inches and looked like it would go a lot bigger. He smiled and kept stroking. Then out of the blue he asked if he could stroke. “Here is the first option,” I said. My modeling experience kicked in and I turned around slowly in front of him. It was nice to feel a man’s eyes on me. He smiled pleasantly but I could tell that he really all that thrilled with the outfit. “Give me a second and I will change into something else and you can let me know which you like best,” I said as I ran back upstairs. “Okay,” I thought to myself, “Here goes.” I slipped into my.