Later in the evening, when no one was looking, she put her hand on my thigh and watched me squirm. She was smiling, with a glint in her eyes, suggesti...g naughty enjoyment of her situation. But there was no mistake, I was the toy. That's what I was paid for. On the way home while I was driving she rested her hand on my thigh and squeezed a bit, stroking it lightly.When we got to her door, she turned and kissed me quickly, then chattered nervously. "Thank you. I had wonderful time. I realize I'm. Whilst he tensed his cock twitched violently inside her. "Shit!" The curse word somehow made her feel a little bit better as she took deep breaths, before letting his cock travel further inside her.Soon she felt him hit a barrier, she could feel his eyes burning into her but she waited, she knew that this was the final stage of her humiliation. Giving herself entirely to her brother over some stupid pictures; but, as the tip of his cock pressed harder, twitching against her barrier, she. "The young wife drew in a deep breath, and stepped aside. She knew that it would do no good to try to keep him out; that until she and Bill figured out some way to thwart him, she would have to remain his unwilling servant. Today was the first time she had heard from him in days, and she had hoped that he might have decided not to do anything more to her. Perhaps he has changed his mind, was all she had been able to think of since that terrible night, though she knew it was not true. That would. There was a quiet tension between us. A growing feeling of mutual resentment. I could tell from her sharp glances that she was in no mood to hear a peep out of me. She'd grown tired of listening to my whimpers and sobs.Her pungent odor clung stubbornly to my face. I could smell her just as strong as I had when she was on top of me. For some irrational reason, I imagined her smelling somehow different ... As if her goddess-like appearance, would somehow make the smell unique and less revolting..