My large breasts heaved as the pleasure flowed through me. “That's so good. Worship my cock.”Faoril thrust two fingers into my pussy. I groaned, m... sex clenching down on her probing fingers while my back arched. I squeezed my breasts and tugged on my fingers. My hips arched and bucked my cock into her hungry mouth while her fingers teased the inside of my pussy.It was a delight to experience bliss in every possible way. I groaned and shuddered as my pussy and cock were both stimulated. The. She stood and vacantly gazed out of the kitchen window. As she automatically washed the dishes she let her mind travel back to the beginning of the year. It was funny that she could recall the past seven months and the first couple of months of the year, but from that time in February when her husband when interstate to when he returned it was a total blank; almost as though those weeks hadn't existed. She gave a sigh of defeat for no matter how hard she tried to remember, she couldn't place. This is ascenario of how through sensuality fetish and mutual respect we can hasten thetide of progress toward feminine dominance and?how the deeper the submission to the Goddess the quicker will be thattide. Somemight consider it a burden to sleep on the floor beside her bed but, for me, itis not.Firstly,because it pleases her when I submit to her fully and being beneath her is a positionof honor.Secondly,I love the sound of her gentle sighs as she falls asleep between satin sheetsincomfort. I felt envious and angry that these women were getting so much sex that they had to keep their husband's cock locked up.I got up and composed myself long enough to pour a cup of coffee. I couldn't understand why Robert thought spoiled bitches and cock cages were interesting? I wondered if I was too bitchy with Robert? Thinking about the past few months, I couldn't recall anything bitchy I said or did. I was almost finished with the coffee before I thought; maybe I'm not bitchy enough for.