The thing is I’m not a school girl; I’m a grown woman in my mid-twenties. I feel as if the boy I have a crush on in high school looked at me in th... hallway or when I was a teenager about to doing things for the first time. Why do I feel this way? Why am I reacting like this? Is it the tone of your voice or the look in your eyes? Could it be the way you’re commanding me to drop my robe? I don’t take orders very well and I’m not use to being told what to do. “I told you to take off your robe and. For rightnow, you need to get out of that apron and those unfashionable gloves,and prepare to greet you-know-who when he gets here." All right," he said sulkily. "I suppose I have to." There you go again. Miss Bad Attitude. My husband, the bratty brat.Now go check yourself in he bathroom mirror. Maybe freshen up thoselips. And then put yourself by the front door. I think, with what abother you've been lately, you should be on your knees. That way maybeyou'll put Rod in a good mood and. I felt myself being pried open even wider still. Tears welled up in my eyes. I tired to move my hips away from that awful invader; but firm hands gripped me. With an inner ?pop? the head of Waketa?s massive penis entered me. It felt like a clenched fist locked inside me. My Husband rotated his cock head round and round inside me. I trembled all over, with shame and humiliation. Waketa?s hot lips kissed me on the back of my neck. He licked my shoulders and nibbled on my ears: all the. People don't walk the streets in the Phoenix metropolitan area as they do in New York City, but there were plenty of cars driving by. Soon we were one of them with Jennifer leading the way. I sunk low in my seat. It felt like everyone could see my breasts and how short my skirt was. I pressed my legs together so hard the bones in my knees hurt.Stopped at a traffic light, my gurgling stomach reminded me I hadn't eaten lunch. I regretted it immediately when Heather turned to me with a.