“Can I ask how much better... ?” said Glory.“A lot,” said Grant.“Glory, I’ve worked with my husband many times over the past several years... He’s the best,” said Penelope. She looked over at me when she called the man her husband. She’d done so before, but there was a sense that this time it was a little bit different. It was a matter of the obvious pride that she had in her man. I didn’t comment.We were all there as she was wheeled into the elevator that would take her to the operating room:. You thought wrong. Bring your food here. Yes, Ahriman. She left the room and immediately returned with her own plate and glass. He pointed to the floor by his chair, and she knelt down, placing the food in front of her on the floor. Eat, he said simply and began to do the same. Yes, Ahriman, she answered meekly. Occasionally during the meal, he reached down and caressed her hair. He finished before she did, and he turned his chair so that she was between his feet. When she was done, he asked,. Sure enough, after a few seconds of anticipating bliss, she felt the head of my cock rubbing against her slit, and a low, guttural moan escaped her lips. I had heard Taylor moan for me before, but never anything like this. This was new. It told me just how eager she was, just how much she appreciated me, and perhaps most importantly, just how much she wanted me. I wanted this just as much as she did. I was unable to allow myself to enjoy the moment for perhaps a few seconds before finally. I love that. I love the reality that she's married to him, that she may have given him children, conceived possibly in that very bed, and they had fucked and orgasmed and brought each other off in that very bed, but on that very night, she's all mine and I have her body, her feelings, and her pussy, breasts and asshole are mine and mine alone during the time while I'm eating and fucking her.I asked Kelli to enter the room first; I wanted this whole experience to be totally symbolic that she had.