"Rising on shaking knees, Nicholas nodded and picked up his cane, following his wife to bed.The sun was shining bright as Nicholas walked outside his ...umble home the next morning. Marta walked out behind him and said, "I still say you are going to get yourself killed."Sitting down his bag of carefully measured spell component on what he called the Snow Bowl, a stone pedestal with a concave top that served as a birdbath most of the year, Nicholas turned to his wife and said, "I'll be fine. You. She straightened her posture and turned around, freezing as she faced him. Her unflinching look was enough to make Clyde drop to his knees immediately. She moved to take Clyde’s place at the edge of the bed, crossing her legs. Every move she made was so sensual, so slow and inviting. Clyde turned on his knees to face her, his head hung low. “And when was the last time my little slut touched himself?” She stroked the side of his face, her fingers affectionately gliding over his loosely hung. Her expensive nylons were full of long runs and her bra was ripped and hanging down with only one of her intact shoulder straps keeping it from falling off of her. I felt instant fear as those lewd grins each one wore had Gang Bang written all over them. Butch seemed so different than his regular self. Much more hardline and cruel as he infomed me that after six or so stiff cocks got my tight pussy to open up and fully respond, His big cock was going to fully brand me as his FEM FAGGOT FUCK. “Surprise!” she yelled sarcastically. “I bought us some new sex toys. Surprise! Tonight I’m beyond horny and you can take me anyway you want. Surprise! Tonight I want to be fucked and fucked, and I want it to be rough, and I want it to be messy.” Okay, she had my attention. There was no need to be theatrical about it. “Can you handle me tonight?” she asked softly, kneeling to give me a long, wet kiss. “I want to be fucked and fucked and fucked.” “I’ll do my best,” I said, mocking her.