He wished she would suck his cock like Marci did, but he knew that would be out of the question with his wife. He would be lucky to just get a piece o... ass in the proper missionary position.Lying in bed, waiting for his wife while she discreetly disrobed and put on her nightie in the privacy of a closet, he wondered if her pussy would taste as sweet as Marci's. Of course, he realized she'd never allow him to eat her cunt. Shortly after they were first married, he'd asked her to suck his cock,. But Bernard had taught her the true pleasure of giving herself without reservation or embarrassment, submissively and in total trust to his every need. He had demanded and she had surrendered, gifting all that she possessed, all of her ‘self’, body and soul, to please him. And he had brought her to pinnacles of ecstasy she had never previously known or thought could exist. Her wailing sobbing fulfillment had matched his own urgent calling, crying, throbbing, pulsing end to their passion. . " Why, Frilly?"Every time! She was going to make sure that I was humiliated whatever Idid! Was there any additional traps I might avoid?"It will keep my breasts under better control, Sister Sarah." You think the half cups won't, Frilly?" No, Sister Sarah. I think my breasts could fall out of the cups undercertain circumstances and I'm sure you wouldn't be pleased."Note the constant reference to MY breasts! I might stop one or twooptions yet!"I wouldn't! You do realise your choice is. It was this out-of-place touch of weakness that had attracted India to the younger girl.This predatory feeling was new. It was a gift from the McPhail corporation, given at the same time as the hardware implants, and physical modifications that made sleep largely unnecessary for her now.While she kept still in the semi-dark of the cabin, India could feel these wonderfully new predatory urges pounding through her chest. In sleep, her young companion was helpless, and almost angelic in.