"It isn't a bad feeling, is it?".She giggled softly. "No"."Then there's nothing to worry about. I'm about to make a new marionette, the prettiest one ...hat ever was"."M... me?". She blushed, though I couldn't tell if it was in embarrassment over the compliment or something else.I began to unbutton her blouse. "Yes, you silly little doll. But first we have to get you ready". Her blouse came off with only a little trouble and I turned my attention to her skirt. Fortunately it was the sort that. "She gave me a look of disgust and said, "You are sick! You can't seriously mean that!" Yep" I said, "I'd eat her even with all that cum on her," and my wife walked out of the room. This conversation or variations of it took place for several months, always with my wife leaving the room in disgust.Perhaps a few words are in order here on my wife. Sarah is a walking contradiction in terms as far as sex goes. She is the most sensual and sexual woman that I have ever known. She isn't anywhere near. " She gives me a sad smile. "I am glad to be out of that place." She wraps her arms around her stomach. "But I have no idea what to do now. This was not in the plans."I give a small laugh in sympathy. Gwen looks at me in surprise. "Not funny." I agree holding my hands out in front of me. "I just remember saying the same thing once." Oh" If it is possible she looks even more sad."Really. 'This was not in the plans'." I say with dark determination, "I would tell myself that sometimes, but I do. Luke knew it was a bad idea but he had to have Morgan. He got dressed and drove off to meet her at a local bar. He got there before her and ordered two drinks. He added a pill to Morgan’s glass and waited for her to arrive. He stood when she walked in and handed her the glass. “Your ONE and only drink my dear.” She blushed and accepted the drink. They talk about winning the case and what was to come next. Morgan finishes the cocktail and orders a sundae admitting she has such a sweet tooth..