He thought that she was listening to him but ignoring him on purpose. He hated this. He hated it that she was not even responding to him.Charles left ...he lounge and went down the hall, towards the kitchen. He turned on the light switch inside the kitchen. The kitchen light came up. It was bright yellowish-white neon light. He was glad to be out of the lounge. Ivy's silent treatment was affecting him. It was making him wish that she would talk to him. Its effect was comparable to moments when. Andrea was right, at 43 my wife was still hot. Our sex life had never been great and deep down i knew she deserved better than me. In fact, maybe its being feminised but i feel lucky that we're still together. She had shut me in the cupboard once before when Andrea had come round. I had nothing on but panties, thigh high stocking and my red stilettos. I trembled continuously as i listened to her talking to Andrea. Andrea was telling her all about her new Black stud, the size of his manhood and. I've got to make a comfort adjustment on my package before stripping off my sweat soaked t-shirt.Now bare chested, I soap a wash cloth to scrub down her back from shoulders to butt. I gently but consistently pull one of her arms loose from her still tight fetal curl to free the soaked bra from her grip. Slowly, I can feel her muscles unlock. She relaxes enough to allow me to move her arm. I gently washed her arms and arm pits stroking down her side with my cloth covered fingers. There are. She started to freak out. "Where am I? What do you want? Please don't hurt me." She whimpered. "You my friend" I replied, are in my dungeon. Your going to be my new sex slave baby." With that she started to ball. I reached and grabbed her, getting a closer look at her. She was super hot. A 14 year old white girl, 5'2" probably, 100 pounds, with a cute childish face, C cups and a hot ass. I pushed her down, dropped my pants and boxers, then pulled of my shirt. I pulled her up by her.