She was fitted with her chastity belt and her chastity bra. She could feel the plugs in her ass and her pussy and something pressing on her nipples. T...here were wires all over the place.?Lovely. What has my husband come up with this time?? she muttered to herself. She looked over towards the computer system and saw the ?Message Waiting? icon flashing in the corner. ?Computer, play message.? Might as well try to figure out what she was in for this time. Not that she really minded. This was after. ” Lily simpered, her orgasm only a hair's breadth away, if he would just squeeze her shoulder a bit harder, or better yet spank her again… “You certainly have. I think we'll have to punish you for that.” Harry replied. Striding past her he grabbed her pony tails and pulled her with him. "Daddy, ow! Daddy, I'll be a good girl." Lily cried out, her hands coming to her head, pain shooting thought her as she stumbled behind him, never gaining her footing completely. The pressure built in her pussy. Then he sobered. ‘Give me the job. I do right by her.’ I told him to get me a formal estimate by Friday, but the job was his. We shook on it. When I emerged from the boathouse, I saw the first of Jo’s grad students. It was one of the six we had delivered to the motel, though her name escaped me. She was arguing strenuously with Mitchell Gilbert. As I walked up, they both turned to me. Rather than settle an argument, this was a time to back up my manager—to a point. I said, ‘Miss, I do not know. آه.. آي.. آي.. وينك يانهلة.. تعالي شوفي كيف اختك عم تنتاك.. تعالي شوفي إير حبيبي بكسي.. تعالي تعلمي النياكة.. تعالي .. تعالي .. آي آي..آآآآي..كانت مثل هذه الأحاديث تدور بينهم على سرير المتعة بين أخذ ورد،(نهرالعطش لمن تشعربالحرمان) وفي حالات النشوة وما بعدها مباشرة، وما أن يغادران السرير حتى يتوقفان عن تداولها، وكأن الخوض فيه بات جزأً محبباً من أساليب المتعة فقط، وهو كلام نظري بعيد عن التحقيق. لكن الزوجة تمادت ، وراحت تسأله في كل مرة وهي تتلوى كأفعى بين فخذيه: مابدك تنيك أختي..؟ وكيف بدك.