Then she sat back on her heels and wiped her lips with the back of her hand.“Ahh, that was nice. How do you feel?” There was genuine concern in ...er voice and on her face.“Better. Much better,” I replied.She leaned over and kissed my now deflated cock. “I’m sorry I was such a bitch before. You’re right, you were injured helping me and all I could see was a complaining person. My clients complain and don’t do anything to help themselves. I think you triggered some resentment in me,. " No, I don't know," she said with cold calm. "What didn't you want to upset me about?"She wanted him to say it. He felt his cheeks grow warm as he blushed. "I just mean that... You know. I'm not... big... down there." Not big," she repeated acidly. "That's an understatement. You weren't honest with me, were you?" I guess not. I mean, no." Then I think you should make it up to me -- husband. I think you should use your mouth on me -- between my legs -- to satisfy me, since you obviously can't. He likes to drive my Audi TT anyway, so everyone was happy.The car swept into the driveway of their large country home. Steff met us at the door, wearing a stunning red satin minidress revealing an awful amount of flesh. From the involuntary twitch in Mikey's jeans, the dress was an obvious hit.George being the perfect host had a bottle of Sancerre (my favourite) ready for us on the table. An hour of small-talk and a few refills then dinner arrived from the local Italian restaurant in. Chief Cave Lion was sharpening flint blades by a small fire while Ptarmigan was caring for her children. A pang of resentment stabbed into Ivory’s chest. It was obvious that the Chief’s wife had made love with her husband during the night. Could she bear to look her lover in the face? ‘Good morning,’ Ptarmigan said sweetly before Ivory could take the opportunity to slip away unnoticed. ‘Did you sleep well?’ ‘Not at all,’ Ivory admitted. ‘All night I was thinking about you and the Chief.’ ‘The.