And then, pushing my luck, I added casually, ‘And,er, am I in the spare bedroom again tonight?’ ‘Oh.’ She had not thought of this. ‘Er, no, ... suppose not. But …’ She held up a prohibitory hand. I made a gesture of meek acceptance and she smiled, only for a moment, before she remembered how angry she was supposed to be, but I saw it. After that, we had a drink, watched a film on television, had a number of conversational exchanges in a relatively cordial manner, and went to bed. In my case the. I wondered why she wasn’t calling the cops. She looked … fuck she looked excited.“You will be okay – fucking bitch,” He snarled as he grabbed my ears and hammered inside me. “Now suck me for all your worth and maybe I’ll let you live.” I closed my lips around his cock and sucked for all I was worth as fear filled me. He raped my throat without mercy. Eventually, he pulled back out so I could breathe. Coils of spit connected his massive prickhead to my lips. My wife chewed at her lower lip and. She would say something like: "Do you thing that what I am doing isfeminine behavior?"Sometimes I might say: "Maybe not. I can't tell you why, but no, thatseems not feminine."That was what she wanted. She was perfecting her presentation. It wasan interesting exercise and I enjoyed being a part of it. I felt that Iwas helping her while she was helping me.Of course, I was paying her, but she was just saving it up. She lived ina room in my house, she ate with me, and never wanted to go out. . It was finally when she tried to lift herself higher to make him move closer to her did he finally give her what she wanted. He leaned in for a kiss and when she felt his lips on hers, she felt a single digit enter her tight passage. She moaned into his mouth and he cautiously moved his finger in an out of her, adding two fingers when she was wet enough. She started moving her body with the motion of his fingers. He leaned away from her and gave her a questioning look, and when she raised an.