When she began to watch really good pornography, she became my naughty wife and I would not trade her now for the world. Naughty wives are the best. P...riod. Exclamation point. Period.Our first experience with pornography had been those Playboy and Hustler videos with impossibly handsome men and beautiful women having fake sex in fake places and too often with fake orgasms. Those videos actually ruined the whole idea of having pornographic sex at home. It’s true that it was better than nothing. I watch her cross her legs on the high stool by the bar and I can feel my heart beating faster and faster. I almost stop breathing. I pick up my phone and pretend to read; my other hand drifts down to my legs; only a short distance from the edge of my skirt.I have a clear view from her knees, along her thighs to the spot where her bottom pins her short skirt to the stool. If she would only lean away from me then I’m sure I would be able to see the bulge of her clitty underneath her panties. A. What the fuck was this? The message had come directly from an MP at Internal Investigations, it must be serious. He opened the file that listed the charges, his eyes widening as he read through it. Corruption, smuggling, murder. This was unheard of. He double-checked the source, making sure that there had been no mistakes, but all of the security codes checked out. Well, time to earn his paycheck.Moralez rose to his feet. He was a gruff man, scars peppered his tanned skin, and three of his four. Before it stopped rolling, it desiccated black and then became dust.The blonde whore of the priest fought with Lynette, shattering through the illusions conjured by the vampiress. Samantha and Mary pummeled the priest. He fell to his knees, covering himself as the two vampiresses tore at his flesh. His cassock shredded, blood oozing down his body.“I need the power back!” snarled the priest. “Why have you forsaken me?”Abigail didn't care why he was weakened. Her fingers flexed. She stepped over.