He sat in his boxer-briefs on the bed and smiled at her, watching her iron his clothing. She looked so happy. His delicious little housewife.?After he...dressed, she led him back into the dining area. A table set for six stood in the little dining nook next to the kitchen. He sat at the table while she got him another beer. He made sure to say, "You may get one for yourself," so that she would sit and have a drink with him.?They sat at the table, and he explained his plan, their new arrangement.. They were bare, and the robe fell open on either side, closing at the spot where her legs met, or maybe just a fraction below. She swung a long, smooth leg in the air."Do you like my legs, Peter?" she asked coyly."Hell yes," he stammered, his face reddening slightly."Your father likes them, too." My--my dad? When does he look at your legs?" Whenever I let him," Joan said.Peter, forgetting himself, rubbed at the growing thing inside his jeans.Joan licked at her heavily lipsticked lips, making. For some reason, the little crocodile poem in Alice in Wonderland began running through my mind. I was starting to think that I was one of the little fishes that are welcomed with the crocodile’s “gently smiling jaws.”The voice of the person who had been counting the strokes began again. The Divine General’s sister was now standing next to the bound couple swinging with all her might. Unlike before, the whip now gave a distinctive “Snap!” with each blow as it struck the back of the unfortunate. I grinned and licked my lips as I bent forward and eased down onto my knees, dipping my nose in to smell it up close for myself.Tongue first, I spread her lips. She moaned, and I felt her curl up and forward to arch her back and give herself over to me even more.When the angle was right, I wrapped my mouth around her clit and gently sucked, gripping her ass with both hands, getting a nice plump handful to handle. I flicked my tongue over the tip of her clit, pushing and pulling with my lips,.