Her legs are quaking.]Husband [picks up another bottle]: You always were an overachiever. Let’s make my bitch airtight, shall we? Turn around again....Good. Deepthroat this one, Cupcake.[WIFE takes the bottle into her mouth. She gags and wretches but slowly takes it in. Her gullet stretches to accommodate it.]Husband: There we go. All holes filled. Just like God intended, right? Before that bitch Eve got all uppity and blamed Adam?[WIFE nods and shivers. Gooey strings drip from both her. Bye, mom.”Kay took the basket and walked over to her neighbors’ house. His car was there, and she skipped over to his house. She rang his doorbell and waited for him.The door opened and Mr. Raymond smiled at his cute neighbor.“Hi, Kay. How are you dear?”“Fine. I baked you this basket of goodies. I know you have a sweet tooth.”“Wow. Thank you, dear. Come in and I will make us some tea.”Kay followed her neighbor into the kitchen. He put the basket down and put water into his kettle. He. So what you have decided wants to be my slave or will live a destitute life on street until I finally ends your miserable life painfully under my luxurious cars wheels he he he he,No I accept to be your slave replied the poor girl falling down on her mistress feet and start kissing toe tips of her expensive leather pumps."He he he he I always know that you were born to be my slave and now you officially don't exist for outside world any more all the traces of your existence are removed you are. Her lips pursed as she returned his caresses in turn. Despite the passion of the kiss, only their lips had touched. Seemingly of their own volition, his arms moved and brought his hands to rest on the curve of her hips, his thumbs rubbing the indent of her waist; he could feel the cups where her belly swept down to meet her thighs. He eased back to look at her face shining up at his. The pearly sheen of her eyes was brighter, washing over the green of her eyes.Her lips curled up in a sensuous.