"Lick my cock slut!"I could not believe my ears! Did the man I love just call me a slut? A burn of anger flash along my cheeks but what right did I ha...e being mad at Mike. I was the one who intruded on his privacy. I was the one sitting on the floor, recovering from my recent orgasm. I was the one shaming herself as I continued to finger my wet vagina like some depraved little street harlot. But still, I am his wife and damn it I will not be spoke to that way. Pulling my fingers free of my. I went in a bit and start sucking his cock. He pushed and pulled rapidly and after a good, after hour he pushed me down on the ground. He pulled my hair and took me to the kitchen and took a bowl and cum in it. It was a huge load in that bowl and he kept on the ground. He started lapping the cum from the bowl. He pats on my head and brought a belt and tied on my neck like a collar. He pulled me over and ordered to clean all the mess of the house, he’ll be waiting in the bedroom. He started. I feel your hands encourage me to turn over and find cuffs being wrapped around both wrists. My arms are extended up above my head and secured. I presume that you have tied the restraints to each corner post. You then lift up my hips up so I am on my knees with my head on the mattress. You start to stroke me very gently from the dimples at the base of my back down and round the cheeks of my arse. I wriggle a little to guide you to those places I need to feel you, but you won't be rushed. I. ”“But what if the things you said are true? What if he's lonely now, but won't be when he returns? He may have a girl waiting for him.”“Perhaps you should ask him. It won't do for you to get your heart broken, child.”[INDENT]Dear Tommy,It was with great sadness that I learned of your losses. Doing what you do must be even harder when you grieve for friends. I did not know them, of course, but I shall pray for them as I do for you.You asked in one of your letters if you might call on me.