Husband: But you could have told me about this on the phone.Me: What! No… I can’t talk about this on the phone. I don’t want to talk about this ...ow. It is you who asked me straight away, ‘Did you catch our servant fucking?’ as if you knew.Husband: It was just a joke… I wasn’t…This was somehow leading to an argument. I felt deeply offended that my husband accused me of keeping this a secret. As if I am some kind of pervert who likes to watch couples having sex. I was getting very angry and was. It didn't takelong before the addiction took over. I tried to fight it at first butit was useless. I crawled over to Lilu and pointed to my mouth then herbottom, making sure not to make eye contact with her. She seemeduninterested and did not get up from her spot. I began pleading as thesickness worsened and she finally lifted her foot and placed it in frontof my mouth. I began kissing her feet but she stuck her toe in my mouthso I began sucking it. A few moments later she slid to the. As she took her seat, she made at least a small decision, and put the card in her purse. For now, she had shopping to do. No matter how much she hated going on the public dole, it was a huge relief to actually have groceries in her apartment again when she returned home. She’d been living on leftovers from the family and donations from the food pantry for two months. Even the time necessary to put everything else away felt like an eternity as she anticipated cooking something she’d bought. .. AAAAAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!” Sharon let out a high-pitched squeal as she was rocked by her second climax. She threw her head back and her body was almost convulsing under Emma’s manipulating hands as she shook and quivered like a rag doll. A stream of low guttural growls emanated from deep in her throat as she spasmed and twitched while the shattering sensations coursed through her. I could still hear the wet sticky sound of Emma’s fingers sliding in and out of Sharon’s dripping hole as she.