He had taken his black jacket off and had on just his deep green button down shirt I had told him I liked. He wore that shirt at least once a week. �...�I just love that shirt. It’s my favorite color and you always look so handsome in it,” I say sweetly. “That’s part of the reason I wear it so often… Just to hear you talk about it.” I giggled and appreciated his light, worn blue jeans. I did love Fridays, if only to see him wear those jeans. I sat down at the stool by the piano and say my tray. Never have I felt so safe. Never have I felt so cherished. I know this is silly, but be careful of what you tell me to do, because I will obey you. If I don't, I will go crazy, Bob-san. I will surely go crazy!" All I'm going to do is hug you," he said. "And believe it or not, I understand some of what you're feeling. You're very attractive, Hamako. It was not easy to keep my hands off of you last night. But I don't want to lead you on, either. I'm not going to take advantage of you. As. My husband then said his buddy was not finished with me yet, as his buddy pushed me onto my back on the blanket and crawled between my legs. My hands were still cuffed in front of me as he spread my legs wide in the air and started to noisily suck on my wet clit as my husband took close ups of my pussy and cum covered face. While he ate me I started right into the camera the whole time very nervously, tying to express to my husband my concern.. This is not what we had agreed on, it was supposed. He had promised Kira he would try to reign in that side of his nature and try to become part of this small town community. Maybe he could kill the guy with kindness, or give him a taste of his own medicine at the very least."We've been here over a week, I think it's time to make good on that offer of dinner. Maybe a lunch might be better for getting that lady of yours out of the house for a few hours of fun and good food. I'll cook up a storm, and you can be the first to taste my new recipes.