I stay like this?''''yes why you dont feel good?''''im a bit cold can i put my tshirt''''oh im so sorry ok wait , here this camisole is cute , lift yo...r arm''i was dress like a girl , I let him feeling under his control so muchdress cute and smooth watching him make us breakfast i felt like a doll , a little fuck doll for this man and i liked all of it we ate talking of what we could do today i was under his power , in lingerie eating , i listen to daddy like a girl , his voice so deep and. I remember kneeling there, a huge smile on my face, her love box inches from my face, when my arms were pulled up sharply behind me, and a foot pressed against the center of my back forced me to crash face first on the floor, suddenly in pain. My arms felt like they were being pulled out of their sockets as Sally pushed them higher, and I cried out in pain, trying to get away. Sally quickly grabbed my balls with her other hand, and ordered me to be still. I laid quietly, and very still on the. He opened his mouth to comment, but caught Julia's shake of the head, and so closed it and settled back for the show.The argument went back a forth. It seemed that they had been at war since they were infants. A battle of wits had been waged as they had sought to outdo one another over perceived insults. By the time breakfast was over, both Liz and Josh had come to a resolution of sorts. They would be civil to each other and make the most of a difficult situation.Later, as the train broke free. That bastard convinced my wife to come without panty at once.And she was not listening to me for a bra. Her ass was jiggling, her boobs were dancing. I wanted her to get screwed like hell today. I went to the washroom and tried to peep back. Mr. Paul went to my wife and said something at her ear. She took one sip from his glass and gave back to him.He might have insisted her to sip a drink. I felt guilty of becoming a showstopper. I got an idea and told them about me going to sleep.Mr. Paul: Ok.