.”“Listen,” I pleaded, moving to my right as she closed in and hopping over my bed to put a barrier between us. She kept her eyes fixed on me, b...eginning to circle around the obstruction in order to reach me. “It was just a thought! The viewers really like you, why is that such a bad thing? Why do you hate that so much?”“Because I’m here for you, my little sugar dumpling,” she cooed. It was saccharine, insincere, the nickname intended to mock rather than to endear. “I’m your muse, and nobody. “You walk round here like you own the fucking place. All you had to do was apologise nicely and it would have been fine. Instead you talk to me like I'm dirt on your shoe. Who the hell died and made you god you Neanderthal.” She spat at him.“The same one that made you a bitch. Now if you hadn’t noticed this is the men’s changing room so why don’t you run along and go get showered in the ladies.”“Don’t talk to me like that you ass.” Raising her foot she kicked is shin.Lifting his hand he went to. This was shocking for me to see… I saw my wife raising her head and trying to touch the bulge with her lips. She barely touched it once and then went back to her position. By now Karan had finished massaging her stomach and was digging his fingers inside her panty. He then changed his position.. got up from there and sat on the right side on my wife’s bed. He asked my wife if she was comfortable and enjoying the massage. She said “yes”. The Karan pull her panty halfway and then poured some oil. He gasped and bent down further, worshiping the rod that was striking him down."Get over here now!" He heard the voice behind the rod say into the phone, "I've got an extra hole for you!"He salivated. He knew what to expect. Strong hands gripped his waist as his pants slid down to his ankles. He pulled his shirt off and flung it on the ground."Make me your bitch!" he gasped.The blue uniform behind him snickered and pounded hard, his balls slapping his ass with every stroke. If Erin knew pissing.