Soft music. Massages. Long hot baths. Booze. Pot. We even tried ecstasy once.But nothing worked, I heard the same things over and over.“Exit only, h...ney.” “Why is your tongue in my butt again?”“Slide that dick back up to the right hole or I’ll break it off, Romeo.”It was driving me crazy.I love my wife. She’s gorgeous. I’m in lust with her fantastic little heart-shaped ass. It looks incredible in jeans. In fact, it’s how we met. Nine years ago, I picked her up in the grocery store after. .” he stammered as he looked at me, then back at her.“I asked you a question young man!” She sternly said as she marched into the room from the staircase. “Did I stutter? Did you not understand me?”“I ... Uh ... We...” Every time Dylan muttered a syllable or two, she would interrupt him.As I was watching this unfold before me, I had two overwhelming emotions. One was the fear of what would happen when she turned her attention to me. This woman was on the war path, I knew her to be a church-goer. Tonight is our call as to whether you are daughter or slave. From now on, though, you will only be our slave if we arrange it ahead of time with Marge or her sister. On those occasions, one of us will come to collect you and deliver Kim to them.”“Doesn’t that sound reasonable, sweetheart?” asked her mother, Betty. “That way, you won’t have to worry about whether you are here as our daughter or our slave.”“Yes, Mother,” Kathleen replied. “I suppose so.”“Well, I think it’s very reasonable,” Betty. Bhavi tumne itne ache malis kaha se sike maine kaha woh tho bas aise he Fir bhavi kehne lage juth mat bolo tum tumare gf ko malis karte ho na maine kaha nhi bhavi aisa nhi hai mera koi gf nhi hai sach bol raha hu bhavi juta tere gf nhi hai aisa nhi ho sakta tu itna smart haiaur tera gf nhi hai imposible fir mai sach bol raha hu bhaviFir bhavi kehne lage deda hoke soh gaye and mujhe kehne lage k mere leg bhi pain ho rah a hai dawa do maine han kar diyafir bhavi k lkhapde mai baam lag raha tha.