When I bent over to put the thong away, he stepped up to me, cradled a breast, and ran a finger along my slit. “Ah, you’re wet already, you naught... girl,” he joked, slipping a finger into my pussy. “Are you sure you’re not thinking of that guy Chris?” he teased as he gently finger-fucked me. I let myself enjoy the delightful sensations for a minute or two before drawing away from John. “Steady on, don’t get me all worked up. We’re going to be late for dinner,” I protested, although reluctantly.. .I'm sorry...I didn't mean to..." Felicia snapped her fingers, interrupting her husband. She pointed her finger to the bedroom and in silence, Daniel turned around and went to bed. At this point, he knew this was the best way to behave. If he would disobey his wife, she could take off her belt and beat him like a dog. He remembered the bruises she left all over his body the last time he argued with her and he didn't want to be punished again. Like a good husband to his wife, Daniel went to bed. More

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