My husband is a wonderful, kind man that I met shortly after I graduated and started my career. I was attracted to him because of his stunning good lo...ks and his quick wit, which both still shine from him brightly. He has been the most wonderful husband and father I could have ever hoped for. He has always been supportive of my decisions even when they have been questionable.In return, I believe I've been an exceptional wife to him. I was an attentive mother that shouldered much of the c***d. You go to the kitchen and return with glasses and a bottle. “I hope you’re still going to be a good girl after this!” you say handing me a full glass of my favourite. I don’t answer but the voice in my head, the one that tells me not to oblige so much, says “and if I don’t?” In my head I hear your response. “Naughty girls don’t get cock” and it’s in that damn tone again. I smile to myself and wonder whether I really might have finally crossed a line. After a clean up I decide that my pussy. “Why don’t you apply for the black pass? I know that you do quite well here and I’m certain that you could be one of us.”Here it was. An offer. Even if I hated the Magicians, I had played with the idea of studying with them, learning their secrets and then using their own means against them. If only it would work that way. Those hidden messages I had found and that I had been able to read this far - or those that had been useful - had mostly been about the drugs the Magicians are using and. If it matters, I am 22 wf, 120 lbs – I don’t care what you look like. This is not a joke.Much of the porn I am into involves extreme degradation to the woman – including being slapped, chocked, and spit on, so I added the part about allowing the guy to spit on me if he wanted. I figured if I was going to go so far as to allow him to ejaculate on me, spitting on me wasn’t that much different, and if that helped get the guy off, so much the better. I suppose this comes from the fact.