"Tom turned his full attention on Janet, "What are you?" Janet seemed confused for a minute before she answered, "I'm your wife."Tom shook his head an... took a deep breath, "No, you are a whore. You can call yourself anything that you want, but in the end you are still nothing but a whore. I have told you that I will treat you like a whore and I will. I don't know what you expected but you can be certain that I warned you before you married me. I also warned you that there were other women, and. ..i see that look and can't meet your eyes....i just drop them to the ground wishing i could come up with a solution but knowing im fucked."Look at me", you bark...my eyes meet yours.? I see the anger and I'm scared.? "What are you doing," you ask.The moment of truth...."ahhhhhh ummmmm i ahhh was enjoying the shower," I answer you."I see that," was your only response.? A long pause follows.? I can hear my heart beating in my ears."Turn around," you say.? I waste no time in presenting my back to. My jaw dropped as she now attacked the oatmeal and bacon as if she hadn't eaten for a week. She finished her breakfast in a record time of less than a minute and before I knew it she had crawled underneath the table and had literally yanked my pajamas off down to my ankles to again expose my turgid cockmeat. Her little hands wrapped around my shaft, yet a third of my cock was still exposed with my purple helmet pulsating with pure carnal lust.. She started to cry as she stroked it and I began. ’ I rolled my eyes trying to hand the dress back to her. ‘We’ve never even been in this part of town! They don’t know who we are. For all these people know we are some old prick’s young tenderonies.’ This time Melanie positioned me so I was facing the mirror. I couldn’t help but laugh. My uncle used the word ‘tenderonie’ when describing the younger women he started courting since my aunt passed away some time ago. ‘Look how good this dress looks on your skin. What people would do to have your.