I will start fucking you, you slutty bitch. You are my own personal randi. Whenever I tell, you suck my dick, you suck it as if your life depends on i.... You drip your saliva all over it. And only when I tell you to swallow, you swallow. When I tell you to bend over, you be a faithful bitch and let me fuck you in doggy style.She- Okay. Will you do it slowly or quickly?Me – What are you? My wife? You are my bitch, my slave. You are tied to my window. I will fucking destroy you with my dick. I. My fingertips circled her small breasts and watched as she arched ever so slightly up. Her lips parted and a tiny gasp escaped her lips. My fingers trailed over the flat of her belly and down her hip over her thigh. I was aroused, but I was sure it was my imagination she enjoyed it too. As my fingers trailed lower over her spandex athletic tights I could feel the heat of her under my palm. Her legs opened slightly, but hardly a movement from her. My fingers trailed higher and I cupped her. I wondered what was going to happen in the morning,if I had to wash especially carefully.I was wakened by the noise of a door opening. It was Edith again andthis time my cell door swung fully open. I felt a sudden relief that Imight get out from my confining cell, but I was fully exposed to her.She was completely dressed, but this time in a close fitting belteddress, black, with a pattern of orange and gold flowers on it, its hemjust an inch or so above the knee, while I was absolutely naked.. Each different and... half-dangerous, skirting the edges of my experience, finding almost fearful excitement. He still had his dark and dangerous look - the unknown seducer - and when he turned his ice-blue eyes on me with that look, he made my knees wobble. Just like they were doing now.Embracing and fondling, we moved toward the bed. Even in the tangle of falling clothes, neither of us stumbled. Our unconscious coordination was only additional foreplay as we grappled, groped, and stripped.