It was that time of the month and I was on my period again not enjoying any minute of it. My hubby soon got home and we had a few drinks and then ate....After dinner him and I sat in the kitchen chatting and having a few drinks while our daughter watched a movie in the lounge. The movie ended and when checking up on our daughter she was fast asleep. He took her to her room and tugged her into her bed, while I locked up downstairs. I then made my way up to our room where I met my husband. He had. “You filthy fucking slut. I want you.” Symbiotically they writhed against each other, engrossed in each other as if no one else was there. Escaping his clutches, she turned to face him, her lithe body snaking and contorting to the music. He met her move for move amidst the seething mass of revellers. Seduction at one hundred and thirty beats a minute, her perky nipples poked against the latex of her dress. That churning ache inside her fuelled her need to taunt him one provocative swish of her. "We don't do that here," said the woman smugly."I don't understand," said Bob."You had routine emergency room treatment. Follow-ups are supposed to be done by your own doctor." she said firmly."But he told me to come back," said Bob helplessly."I don't know about that," said the woman, making it obvious she doubted the doctor had actually said that, "but Doctor Adams is a very busy man. You need to go see your regular doctor." I don't have a regular doctor," said Bob. "Doctor Adams is the first. " "I see that somebody's already been practicing," he scolded, exploring my swollen clitoris and drenched pussy with his expert fingers. "I'll have to teach you a lesson for that." He reached back for a moment and produced a thick handled paint brush from the supply shelves behind us, gently waved it in front of my eyes. "What? I mean..." One thick finger forced it's way in to my mouth and rested on my tongue. I involuntarily suckled it. "There's a good girl," The bristled end stroked back and.