Making her nice blonde curtains all shitty. I feel so, so powerful. I torture her with it, smothering her, permitting her a few seconds of breath, th...n back down into the sludge she goes! My pole twitches and leaks with newly-pubescent cravings as she comes up for air and squeals and begs and pleads through shitty lips and shitty tongue before her frantic words are turned to gurglings as she is given another shitty facial. Nobody is calling Jonny a smelly little loser-boy now! Who stinks now?. Protect the family, protect the secret. Your unborn child is part of the family. David loves you and the baby as much as he does me, even more than himself. He wants you and the baby to be healthy. Do you believe that?”“Yes, I do believe the Master loves me and our baby and wants it to be healthy.”“So, if David or I ask you to do something that you think would be bad for either you or the baby, what will you do.” I could feel her trembling, I think Master was right. I was very close to the. One of these things is not like the other. At least not in my experience. I'm sure there's some cheesy romance novel where the romance of the kitchen reveals something about blah blah blah, but to me, the kitchen had never been sexy.It was only a few more minutes to finish slapping together the food into the various dishes. Italian was easy, provided that you knew what you were doing with sauce. From down the small corridor I could hear the front door slam. At that point, I figured that. Craig turned and headed back towards the tub, he had forgotten one thing. He emerged with the half full bottle of champagne and he began to pour some onto Gina’s full awaiting lips. ‘You must be thirsty after all of that,’ he smirked. He leaned down and began to lick and kiss the dripping champagne from her pouty lips. And they kissed ever so deeply. He began to pour the champagne at the tip of her chin, following its trail down her skin with his tongue. He drizzled the cold champagne across.