This typically means she needs your help with something.“What do you need?” you answer, with a small smile. Kelly laughs.“I’m like an open boo..., aren’t I?” she replies, “I thought I’d finally clean out the cupboard under the stairs, would you mind helping me?” She’s referring to the cupboard where over the years, various bits of detritus, boxes, magazines, childhood toys, old DVDs and even VHS tapes have accumulated until the room is basically an eyesore, one that both of you had chosen to. I had never felt like this before. Here I was on my knees with a young k**'s horse cock in my mouth, my clothes half off, my hair mussed, I could practically smell myself as my wetness increased. On top of that here was my handsome, masculine, alpha husband who basically agreed to be a submissive cuckold. Mark tensed up and started to get up. I said, "don't worry. he wants to watch and do what he is told. Isn't that right honey?" He looked down and just said yes. Getting into dom mode, I said,. Zax stared fixated at Brown Digger preying eyes. When he moved up most of the accumulated Qi in his feet dispersed. If the Brown Digger could sense his Qi accumulating once more, Zax was afraid that he will strike first and kill him. At this point, not even the arrogance sensation could supply him with an idea of what to do, for the most part not by using his Qi."Gural ... Gural ... Gural..."The Brown Digger expression was impossible to decipher. It growled and motionlessly looked at Zax's. He couldn't help the jealous anger that had begun to boil inside him, and wrathful]y he sought to take it out on the salaciously undulating body of the straining girl beneath him. He squeezed her flesh in his cruel, strong hands, compressing it into thick weals... bloodless hillocks of her white, smooth skin raised on her lush, rounded buttocks, and when he released them the ridges settled back slowly, leaving angry red marks fringed with a mean-looking mottled area that would remain for days..