You understand that you will be mine but if he wants, then he will take what he wants from you. Fuck your choot, fuck your gaand. Have you worship his...lund. Maybe even we will make you our breeding slut and you can carry our babies and preserve your Goddess’ body, and feed them with your milk filled udders. Be our breeding cow.” Maggie lifted her head and looked up into those dark eyes, her own red from the tears. “Anything. Anything for my Goddess. You own me. Please just keep me.” Maggie’s. If he was honest then he'd admit that the real reason why he hadn't tried very hard to get rid of her after awhile was because she was a beautiful woman and after twenty-five years he was getting rather curious about what it would be like to have sex with an actual woman. No woman had ever bothered to try to scale the veritable Wall of China he'd placed between himself and the outside world. But Monica was different. She hadn't even bothered to try to climb over his defenses. Instead, she'd. Or “foreplay” as she likes to call it.After both suffering from depression for a while, me and the missus were going to commit suicide together yesterday.Strangely enough, however, once she killed herself I started to feel a lot better.So I thought - sod it, I’ll soldier on.I woke up this morning at 8 and could sense something was wrong.I got downstairs and found the wife face down on the kitchen floor, not breathing!I panicked. I didn’t know what to do.Then I remembered the local cafe serves. The smeared glass stood empty on the dressing table as Monica knelt on the bed, Richard was fucking her and she was taking it hard, his cock pounding her cunt from behind as they enjoyed a frenzy of fucking each other for another hour.They both lay in bed, Monica in an exhausted sleep but Richard was still excited god how he loved his hot sexy wife, slowly he slipped out of bed and went downstairs, again he had mail, yes they'd love to meet and they understood the rules, they would be in.