He continued looking her over, kneeling in front of her and getting close. Again, He was proud and impressed. She didn't flinch and maintained her gaz... forward, letting down her guard and trusting He would not harm her.Her sex was narrow, compressed mainly by her closed legs, but also the puffy outer lips hid anything of her inner treasure. He would look forward to enticing her flower to open for Him as she grew more and more aroused, and then, to establish His control, He would,. She thought about grabbing his strong arm and holding it still for a moment and then gently pressing and nudging it such that his hand would completely disappear into her bikini bottom. She felt so horny. She could feel her labia swelling and her moist clit throbbing outward, pushing them apart. She felt his fingers gingerly touching her finely trimmed pubic hairs above her slit and, closing her eyes to absorb the effect, groaned silently. With her stomach properly smothered he turned his. . the atmosphere is intense, my mind and body are in overload... I moan and nod, slowly at first, almost subconsciously, gently pushing my belly up higher, offering it to you...'Take me... take my belly... stab me and kill me !' I say, like so many times before. 'Pleaaaaase.... give it to me... I need it, I must have it....' We have talked this way so many times, you know all the unbelievable, submissive things I like to say... 'I must be killed ! I must ! Kill me and slay your animal ! Kill. I looked at my wife’s smiling face as she moved her head and pressed her lips into my ear and whispered.“Do you want to stroke him too darling?”The look on my face was one of complete amazement. Did my wife just say that to me? To ME, I thought to myself? Holy shit! What was she thinking? The thought of ever doing something like that, of touching another guy was, and always had been, so far off the agenda that it just wasn’t true.“I..I..I...just can’t”, I whispered back to her. “And I can’t.