It appears you are learning your place."I listened to the rustling as my Wife got out of bed. The floor creaked as she passed behind me toward the bat...room. "Crawl," was all she said.I dropped to my knees and crawled after her into the bathroom. She stood by the toilet waiting for me to lift the lid, which I did with my mouth. I knelt to the side while she relieved herself. "I am done now," she said.I rearranged my position so that as she stood I could place my face between her legs and clean. Tell you what, soldier, get your sweet ass up on this desk. I think I need to check your uniform to make sure it's within regs." With that I pushed back my rolling chair, stood up, and lifted her by her waist. I sat her down in front of me. I started unfastening her BDU bottoms. I was pleased and not too surprised to find that she was out of uniform. She was going commando. The little twat wasn't wearing any underwear. And her cunt was shaved. It was even wet for me. Already. This was going to. He wondered if thoseleaving were thinking the same thing while he swung his club as hard ashe could only to have his club swing completely over the ball. Karlnearly fell over as he completed his swing."Don't try to murder the ball," Lela said as she put down her club.Karl shook his head, wanting to defile the grave of whoever inventedthe game of golf instead. His wife gave him more advice until theirbucket of balls was empty."Thank, God," Karl muttered as his last ball stop rolling about. Long and lean, she had taken great pride and obvious care in her body. Her breasts were not large, but neither were they small and they jiggled slightly as I arranged the corpse's limbs. Cindy's only apparent concession to an unhealthy lifestyle--save for the drugs, alcohol and sex of course--was a small tummy bulge which hid her abdominal muscles. There was something maddeningly erotic about how that belly, topped with a piercing, gently curved upward from the beautiful symmetrical breasts,.