Apparently, she had only been married for about six months and was worried that her husband’s absence would ruin their chances of having a child soo...er rather than later.She confided in me that her husband while she loved him dearly had been quite romantic the first month of marriage but after that his ardor had cooled and he worked a lot of overtime and spent lots of time on stakeouts with his female partner.The poor didn’t come right out and say it, but I got the impression that she was. His Jamaican accent was heavy combined with his arm gesturing Marjorie could have thought he was a circus performer. In his mid-thigh length silk embroidered robe and Rastafarian hair he was a sight. It didnt take long for Marjorie to notice the bulge in his robe concealing his massive cock. He held Marjories hand and pulled her up and walked her over to the round raised platform in the centre of the room. First we must remove this walking attire. Without a protest from Marjorie Jerome had her. Careful not to go inside her, I teased her by rubbing my cock against her moist pussy."Come on. Give it to me," She pleaded."I told you not to talk!" I said."I'm sorry. It won't happen again." Damn right it won't happen again!"I made one last trip to the drawer and pulled out a giant ball gag and a paddle."Open your mouth!"I placed the gag in her mouth so that she couldn't speak."O.K.since you didn't comply with my request, You will only be able to respond by shaking your head yes or no," I. He smelled of a woodsy soap, rugged and pleasant. And he carried himself with a quiet confidence, a take-it-or-leave-it attitude that was more contented than arrogant. His hazel eyes held a mischievous sparkle, though, and when they caught mine, I fancied I saw a spark of recognition. And a question posed with one raised eyebrow. I not only saw it; I heard it just as clearly as if he'd spoken it—or, rather, kissed it onto the skin of my neck, just below my ear. And I felt it, down there,.