What kind of shit are you into?”I led Cook upstairs to the room with the closet whence the creature had come.“What’s all the scratches and digs ...n the floor and woodwork in this room?” asked the curious detective. “This room smells like dog shit.”“Yeah, it does. We’re working on that,” I admitted as I pointed to several boxes of baking soda sitting around the room, as well as air fresheners and a bottle of Fabreze.“The previous owners wouldn’t allow us to see this room when we looked at the. I felt her body relax and her anus opened slightly. I darted my tongue inside and she came, her body racked by successive powerful orgasmic shock waves. Her whole body shook. I moved up and taking her in my arms strongly hugged her, after about 30 seconds the waves subsided and she became soft in my arms. I sensuously kissed her and she responded passionately.I noticed a tear in her eye and thinking I had hurt her enquired if she was okay. Thank you Simone she said. That was just amazing. I. To her, Randy is a god. He can do no wrong in her eyes. Even when he whips to within an inch of my life - which is quite often - she laughs about it, giggling at the faces I make every time another terrifying blow hits home. Randy breaks out his wicked plastic rod for any infraction, perceived or real, and my wife loves it.One time, Randy gave me 200 awful strokes with the rod for - in his words - "not being respectful enough while serving dinner." Respectful? I had slaved over a hot stove for. I began to rub and pull at my nipple. it felt good. My breathing began to get heavy and I started to softly moan."Ohh" I said slightly embarrassed at the sound I was making.I allowed my other hand to slowly travel down my body. Finally I found what I was looking for. When my finger hit my clit I gasped. It was like my pussy was on fire. I wanted more. Slowly I began to rub in circles alternating between fast and slow. I was loving it."Ohhh. Yes. Fuck yes."The words that came out of my mouth.