Jake knelt down, eyeing his wife's brutalized sex. "Five cocks and one pussy. Not bad, gentlemen. For this next part, though, you'll serve more as spe...tators than participants."Sven, the leader of the five, merely nodded. "Whatever you say, Sir."Miranda looked at her husband with pleading eyes, but there wasn't much left to say. The loving husband he had once been…whatever was left of that man must have been buried deep, deep inside. She didn't think she could reach him. It was too late for. “Thank you master.” She smiles at me, I like that smile, it’s just so cute and I would like to see it often.“Clean my cock.” I order her as I sit back on the sofa, she gets on her hands and knees and crawls across the sofa towards me before running her tongue all over my cock licking all of her juices and my cum off of it before taking it all in her mouth.“Thank you master.” She smiles at me and I pull her to me and into a hug and give her a deep kiss. I wrap my arms around her and hold her. .. Iris put down her pen. She hated thinking about him. She hated how as soon as the fantasies stopped, and she was able to stop thinking about him, he'd show up at her door step again, as if he was there to remind her of who he was and what they were. He was taunting her. "Dammit, Iris, pull yourself together." She hastily rubbed her temples trying to get him out of her mind. "He's just a man." With that thought she turned out her light and got beneath the covers, falling asleep before her. For example, I never considered the cost; I considered the value. Every buying decision was a "Should I?" question, not a "Can I?" question. That attitude took a hit when I considered buying the house. I was a millionaire. I had been since my trusts vested at age twenty-one. A mid six figure check would put a bruise on my balance sheet. Worse, the purchase would be only the first of the costs. Look up an old Tom Hanks movie, The Money Pit. Better yet, Cary Grant's Mr. Blandings Builds his Dream.