His job waited, never had he wanted to skip work this badly. He walked up behind his wife and put his arms around her waist, startling her a bit. ‘...orning Jasmine.’ He nuzzled his freshly shaven face into her neck and kissed it gently. Inhaling the scent of her aroused him further. He pressed close to her and let her know exactly how he was feeling this morning. ‘He smells so good this morning.’ Jasmine thought. ‘Morning George.’ Her back instinctively arching so it fit perfectly against him.. She shivers, arms wrapped around her chest, concealing her breasts. She still has her tight white tank top on, but the chest is ripped wide open. What's left of her ripped gray shorts is wrapped like a skirt around her waist, draping down and covering her crotch, keeping her modest as she sits there, but the ripped clothing giving her such a ravaged look."Babe, sit at the headboard. Lean your back against it." Grace winces at the pet name I have the audacity to use while raping them. I ignore. Thankfully, she didn’t seem to have a suitor. He had no idea what he’d have done if she’d been unfaithful.He stroked the braided leather quirt hanging at his waist. He’d spent his evenings carving the antler handle to fit his hand perfectly. The leather falls were from the hide of the buck she’d killed the day she’d left him. It seemed fitting that he use it to enforce his lesson in obedience.Abby fingered the ivory stock of the Colt strapped to her thigh. Though she tried to hide it from her. It would be, like, so embarrassing for him to see me." Oh, he's already got his jeans on, there won't be a repeat of what happened the first time he saw you. Now hurry up and get down here, I don't have much time." but ... but ... um..." Meagan!" Oh, all right!"When Meagan arrived in the studio, Peter was, from Meagan's point of view, thankfully fully dressed. He was putting some stuff in a backpack. From Debbie's point of view, she wished her daughter had arrived in time to see her male model.