"Marion, ich bin wieder zu Hause!" ruft Stefan nach seiner Frau, als er nach einer siebentägigen Geschäftsreise zurückkehrt. "Marion!" ruft er erne...t. Wo ist sie? Nach einer Woche vermisst er sie furchtbar und vor allem kann er es gar nicht abwarten, dass sie endlich den Keuschheitskäfig öffnet den sie ihm angelegt hat, während er verreist war. "Marion?" Stefan hört Geräusche aus dem Wohnzimmer. "Ohh Baby, du weißt nicht, wie sehr ich mich danach sehne, aus diesem Käfig zu kommen und..."Und. I took my wife out shopping for some tight outfits I knew would make him rock hard that week. She seemed a lot less nervous which I found out had to be true when she came in two day before our date with a big bottle of lube! She was obviously gearing herself up to give us tons of dirty anal what a little whore I thought with a bulge in my pants. We headed out that Saturday with her dressed in tight sheer spandex leggings no underwear and her huge tits practically out of her low. I think they both suspected what was happening. So did I, and I wanted it. "Er, James..." Fran began nervously, but I held up a hand to silence her.I crossed the room to an upright electric fan that stood in the corner. Gabriella, her brown eyes half-closed, looked at me from under her long eyelashes. "Here, let me," I said. I stood behind the fan, directed it at her, and turned it on at a moderate setting. I was testing a theory. I had decided that FUCK must work by causing me to give off some. He had done up the dining room special, candles, ropes on the table, cane, whip, hammer, chisel, ball gag, everything a sacrifice needs for a splendid night of torture, including the utterly incongruous sounds of Gilbert and Sullivan. I confessed my sin at the gym."Well. Maybe we'll do two."Talk to you soon,Love,---V DEAR PRISCILLA, You Sanctimonious Slutty Whore-Cunt,I divorce you, I divorce you, I divorce you.Take it all; I have no use for any of the stuff, or you, any more. Ever. Keep the.