She let out a musical giggle and spoke, "Speak of the devil. You may speak to her, but you needn't tell her that anyone is with you."With that, she pu...shed the speakerphone button and I muttered a nervous, "Hello."Rebecca's voice, normally vibrant and warm, seemed nervous and awkward. "Ummm, hi Ed. It's me, Rebecca, and, um, I guess I wanted to talk about last night."I was off balance as well, not at all knowing how to approach this. "Yes, I'd like that. I mean, you left so fast, and I think you. You slap it away and slam me against the wall. “You understand me slut?”I am struggling for breath as I glare into your eyes. “Fuck you! You fucking pervert!”Your hand squeezes tighter, and my feet ever so slightly leave the floor. “What was that you fucking bitch? What the fuck did you just say to me? You better obey me slut, and after everything you say to me, I want to clearly hear you say ‘yes, master’, got it?” Your hand squeezes even harder as you say your last words, to emphasize your. He knew my attention would be wholly directed to my wife."You didn't forget." She stated the fact. How could I? The only reason I included Belgium in my trip was to visit that very special chocolatier who made the best blend of dark chocolate candy. We visited his shop on our honeymoon and my wife fell in love with those delicate aromatic chocolate jewels. Whenever I could, I returned there on my trips and purchased large boxes of her favorite candy.My wife tried to teach me how to appreciate. I got up and headed to my room and got changed into my sweat pants and tshirt. I got a text from Carly asking me if I felt uncomfortable with her being involved in the conversations. I replied that I was fine with it. I said that I feel that we are more friends than siblings. She then surprised me with a question if I had a hard on. I texted her that I didn't why did she ask that she told me that she thought she could see a increased bulge in my jeans. I did tell her that I was turned on.