Then it was dinnertime and oh god, how she loved that. Often before she’d even had a chance to swallow his cum, Donald would snap his fingers again...and indicate the kitchen with a jerk of his thumb, and Anita would hasten to obey, always remembering to first replace his cock in his pants and zip him up again before getting back on her feet and padding away on her bare feet to prepare his dinner.The bottom drawer, next to the stove, was where she kept the special apron she wore only on Slave. He’ll keep it up until one day either you or he will be dead.”“I have kids!” cried the woman as she considered the impossibility of her situation. Life was not like in the movies she had watched before getting married. Men didn’t chase after women with roses and sweet words, but forced them into submission with cruel words and closed fists.A man came over to the bench and glared at Ed with narrowed eyes. He took in the robe and recognized that it meant this stranger talking to his wife was a. A fatal situation.She'd reported employees to HR with ease, their transgressions recorded for posterity. Reading the report yesterday, she'd already delayed her fate by twenty-four hours. Her name, highlighted in red, had sent her reeling. She hadn't slept. The head of HR would reprimand her. But worse, they would record her webpages in her employment file. Everyone would discover she enjoyed reading about girls getting punished.It wasn't just idle curiosity. She'd always held herself to. “I’m ready,” she breathed nervously. I was nervous too, and so excited that I was shaking. My length stood out proudly, harder and longer than it had ever been before, the head swollen and dripping precum in anticipation. I brought myself against her heat and began to stroke myself against her wetness. She shivered in response, and as I continued to stroke against her, her entire body bucked forward and she moaned loudly. Her response almost made me cum right then and there and I knew we had to.