”“You told me I had to take a picture for you every day,” she said. “I brought this because I knew it would be sexy. I didn’t expect you’... be able to see it in person.”“I love the way you think,” I said again. “That’s not the only thing I told you that you had to do. Did you let me down?”“No, sir,” she said. “I didn’t touch myself again after our call. Even though I wanted to in the shower. And I wanted to again when I saw you on the balcony. And I wanted to when I put on my slutty red. My wife knows that if I’m watching the girls at the pool in the afternoon, she’s in for a royal fuck that evening.I even think she has taken to buying Sara more and more revealing swim suits over the years. When I talked to her about it one evening in the after glow of some excellent sex, she just shrugged her shoulders and smiled. I warned her that she might take it too far one day, and I’m only human. She snuggled up against me and threw one leg over mine, hunching what should have been her. Looking ahead into a large mirror on the wall, placed so slaves can 'enjoy' the sight of themselves being punished, I can see her toes grip and then I hear the first stroke hiss towards my bum.A bright firey line is painted across my bum."Adeen," I say. She has taken me slightly by surprise with the prompt arrival of the first stroke."Adeen" she echos – and then continues "Adeen, spaseeba Gaspazha! That's right isn't it?" Da, Gaspazha." I know what is coming next. There is no escape from a lack. My patient was over and this time I pushed it hard into Wali’s ass and he cried very loud and complaining. I said to him in his ear not to worry anymore, everything is now gone. I lied to him about 3inches of my dick were still remaining outside. Wali couldn’t move because he never had any thing like that in his ass. I started to calm him down and said to him that you are my wife now-you should make me and my 8inches happy, in the future it won’t heart, you will get used to my rod. Wali got.