My arms enfolded her as she kissed me.I moved to withdraw but she gripped me tight and said: “Leave it there, I still want to feel you inside of me....��“You were shouting something in Arabic that I didn’t understand, would you tell me what it was in English?”She looked shy, then with an impish grin “I think you would say. Fuck me, fuck me harder, now, now, now!”We slept as we were, in a lover’s embrace. The bed soaking with our sweet.It was still dark when I came awake, I lay still as I listened. I was tired of waiting, and tired of doing without. Honestly, I was madder than hell. I began to formulate ideas. Several came to mind. Some of these ideas would either make or break our marriage. First: I went to work in my basement shop. I took her newest and tightest girdle, a black one-piece, bra and long leg panty girdle. The “convenience” slit in the crotch of the girdle would do her no good because she would be wearing pantyhose underneath. Thus, she had to get completely undressed. I got off the phone, and she demanded to know why I just did that. Itold her because she had commanded me to. She tried to say I had notfollowed her command to a tee, so I replied with, that I would fromthen on, but she would have to remember that she had instructed me todo so. She was befuddled by that statement, she knew that it was goingto backfire on her but not how.She told me to get out of her presence immediately now; that isbecoming her 'go to' move when she is mad at me. It does make. You’re not in a bloody Miley Cyrus concert,” Mona chastised. I could help it; the client was having a good laugh though. I’m so glad Mona warned her beforehand. “Look hunny, I’ll guide you,” the client, who I found to be called Brenda, spoke. “Oh, okay.” I froze when she grabbed my hips and started to move with me to the rhythm of the music. Although I was terrified, I started to grasp what I was supposed to be doing and I was soon lost in my own world, where I was moving hypnotically, in a.