I hadn’t wanted anything from you giftwise, even waking up to no blowjob, no breakfast would have been fine. What I wanted was my love back, your lo...e. I was on lates again, when I got up and found you had left for work, I cried. There was no card, no present, nothing telling me that you had remembered it was my birthday. Was that because you had forgotten or that you didn’t care anymore. Still I hoped, I even convinced myself that I had got the day wrong, then the post came, cards from. I walked her to the tub instead and said, “Get in and face the back and get on your knees.” She did as instructed but with some hesitation. When she was in position, I said, “Don’t you dare cum or let your water go until I say so.” “Yes, Sir,” she said in pain. I reached under her bloated belly and started rubbing her pussy, paying a lot of attention to her clit. I kept up the assault on her pussy and spanked her ass quite hard a few times. She held fast, but was moaning in agony. “You’ve been. Wendy, tell me where you are right now!" House," she moaned, her voice suddenly dripping with lust. "M-m-my h-house. Basement. I..i...got you...present. Get over here and fuck my cunt!" she yelled. That was followed by a series of wet, sploshing, noises. "No, no, no, no, no," she cried in something closer to her normal voice. "T-t-trying...focus....Matt, there wasn't any other way. You were never gonna...oh, fuck yes! Take it, you little, focus....I was never going to tell..oh yes, slut...tell. He was there, and he treated her well, and he didn’t judge her. He hoped she took notice. * Back at The Lounge, on the dance floor, in Joe’s arms, Leanne felt like a princess again. The man could move, she thought, smiling her delight as they performed a series of intricate steps effortlessly, smooth as butter, as if they’d been made to dance together. Pride and satisfaction laced Joe’s voice when he spoke, loud enough for her to hear over the blaring music. ‘You’ve gotta admit we’re good.