Frank Johnson. What’s yours?”“Asrah, Master,” she replied.“Asrah. A name as beautiful as the girl to whom it belongs.”“Thank you, Master...��”“I understand your trepidation, but I am trying to make you feel comfortable. It’s in my interest to keep my servant in a good mood, after all, lest she twist my wishes in a way I do not like.”“I could not betray you.”“No, but always best to be on the safe side.”“Master, may I ask…where are we going?”“You certainly may ask. We’re driving to London, where I. However, I bet it crossed her mind how many times I had told her how delicious her pussy is when it's so very wet and so very loose!Her younger stud was still uncomfortable with the situation and asked, "Are you sure this is enough cock for you?"To which she quickly answered in a husky voice, "I think so!"Again, the short answer was typical of my wife, because she's always uncomfortable talking dirty and that includes talking about her body or her lover's body for that matter. He responded,. He grabs my hands pinning them above my head exposing my breasts with his other hand. ‘You are wet.’ I couldn’t speak. He released my hands only for a quick sec to remove his shirt. There in front of my eyes was the tattoo from my dream. My mind swirling it wasn’t possible. Couldn’t be him. Lifting my head up staring into those piercing green eyes I did not know how to feel. ‘You recognize me?’ ‘I…how?’ That perfect smile came across his face. ‘You do. Are you ready for me?’ Undoing my. "I couldn't fucking believe he used that term! Especially since Masha looked at me and innocently asked, "Jack, what is 'wearing the old ball and chain'?"Damn talk about a rock and a hard place - this certainly qualified. I thought for a moment and came up with what I thought was a hell of a lie, "It's this old ball that's connected with a chain to a handle that you use when you fight – you know, a mace."I thought I had it made until fucking Banzai snickered, then Masha got in my face, "Jack.