Celebration isn’t spoiling; habit is spoiling. Anyway, you’ve cooked me more meals in the last month than I’ve cooked you in the last two years....Am I spoiled?”It was a miracle that he wasn’t, wasn’t quite. And it had nothing to do with her actions. “I take the fifth.”He smiled at that. The man had his faults, but he could laugh at himself. He could cook, too. He put a fried egg and two slices of bacon in front of her.She let the anticipation build during breakfast and as she brushed her teeth.. "Come Michael," she said, slipping her arm through mine as Ilooked on beaming, "I'm ready for a romantic evening with my favoritehusband."In less than an hour, she had gone from being a rather well dressed andattractive, though intense and harried, business professional to arelaxed, vibrant curvy babe, but she was still Rebecca. It was thenthat it hit me. I couldn't pick a persona by what I was wearing, and myclothes certainly weren't going to be able to define who I was. I wouldbe who I. "Steve stood up, gesturing Camile and Ronnie to follow him. "I'm going to get something to eat. All of you clean up, and join us when you're ready. Wrist cuffs clipped together behind you and leashes on collars for all of you. I'll leave it to you to figure out how. Have your leash in your mouth when you come to me."With that, Steve left, leading his two wives. He sat down to breakfast, enjoying the view as Tina and Kian knelt naked at their mistresses' feet, being fed scraps from their plates.. She wanted my cock inside her pussy. I pressed into her slowly, feeling her open around me. Pressing deeper. Deeper. Deeper until her bottom met the front of my thighs. I held myself there, feeling the warm wetness surrounding me. It was like melting into her. I stroked in and out of her slowly, fucking her firmly, desperately trying to control the screams within begging me to flail her with my cock. It was power and precision. Control. My hands guided her back toward me as my hips moved toward.