"An exhausted Jonathan arrived home to his gorgeous 18-year-old wife dressed in her running shoes, pink ankle socks, denim cutoffs and a tiny tank-top... and to a kitchen that smelled like delicious Italian cuisine. She served his supper to him, feeding him the last portion as she sat on his lap, then led her contented husband into the living room.With Schumann's second symphony playing on the stereo, Jonathan smoked one of his Cuban cigars as Brenda sat on the floor at his feet and read to him. Edraele smiled at the younger woman, and reached out with her slender hand towards Almari, but her fingers stopped inches away from the bodyguard’s torso. “May I?” she enquired politely.Almari immediately replied, “Of course, Matr-.” She smiled, and continued, “Sorry. Yes, that’s fine, go ahead.”Edraele smoothed her hand over the firm muscles in Almari’s lower belly, causing the younger woman to gasp at her touch. Looking into her eyes, Edraele asked quietly, “How about the other physical. My tiny pathetic cock hung limply between my legs as my asshole got fucked. After several painful minutes of assfucking, she slowly pulled the dildo all the way out. It escaped with a soft pop as my asshole oozed in pain. She pulled me around to face her and then kissed me slowly. My tiny cock came into contact with her curvy body, almost in line with her pussy, but no chance of it getting anywhere near hard. Her large, magnificent breasts pressed up against the sports bra covering my chest. I. Kelly nudged me to watch him when he sat down. Out of the corner of my eye I watched as he picked up his plate to put some food on it and slammed it back down. Under the plate Kelly had put the picture of him watching the girls. He stared around the room trying to figure out who had put the picture there, but everyone just went along as usual digging in to dinner. Nervously he slid the picture from under his plate and stuffed it in his pocket. He never said another word to Kelly.