”“You didn’t give her any orders, did you?” I asked.“No. I offered to pay her to get some things ready for us. She agreed,” Melody laughed... “Tony, I think that you are the only person who can give her orders now. I don’t want to test it, but I’m pretty sure.”Melody led me straight to the dining room. Wendy brought fresh coffee to us and five minutes later served delectable goat cheese omelets.“Man! Can she cook?” I asked as I savored the food.“She sure can,” Melody answered. “Better tell. “Koeda, I’ve never held any kind of contempt or anger towards you over that because I knew and understood your frustrations. We had been forcing resistance from each other for so long and we had so much further to go and you were tired of waiting, and so was I. Please let it go and forgive yourself. There’s no need to hold on to that self-hatred anymore,” I pleaded. I watched his deep brown eyes relax as he washed away his laments. I raised my right hand to stroke the back of his head as I. “Feel this man, it’s so smoooooth. It feels hilarious” I breathed. He didn't say a word but reached over and rubbed my pubic region a few times and then slowly slid his hand down and around my dick. I gasped for air as pleasure overtook my body. The sensations were intensified by the high. I eagerly grabbed his dick and began to jerk him off whilst he did the same to me. His dick was thick and rock hard. It was of average length and curved up towards his belly button. It was so hot under my. I intend to be faithful to..." That's a good one!" he laughed. You screwed his father and you screwed his son. If his grandfather ahd still been alive you'd probably have screwed him too!"The slap caught him across the left cheek. Angered by her refusal and physical rebuke, Trent slapped the housewife in return. While open handed, it was powerfully delivered and knocked her backwards over the sofa. Marsha tumbled to the floor, surprised and now frightened. She tried getting to her feet, but.