“Fuck my mouth, Master.” I say firmly while looking up at you. You grab your big black cock and aim it for my mouth. I lick my lips quickly and o...pen my mouth for you. I make sure to take the whole thing in my mouth so I can wet it before I start working to make it grow and harden. I move slowly at first running my tongue along the shaft and around the head, always making sure not to let it slip all the way out, then going as far into my mouth as I can swallowing when it hits my throat. When. Everything is fine now. We'll get on with the rest of our wedding night when you've recovered." O ... kay," Jill said as a hiccup interrupted her. Although there were tears still running down her cheeks, Bill could see a tentative smile starting.He glanced in the direction of the sitting room, then looked at Kathy. "Half," he quietly said. Kathy was back shortly with a half glass of wine."Here, my sister-wife, drink this. You need it now."When Jill tried to turn onto her back, she flinched,. The above scene is typically repeated at least 2 - 3 times a week and virtually every Saturday night, after she comes home from being out with one or more of her men friends.I've met many of her friends, all of whom have been men so far. They praise me for having such a beautiful wife.It's nothing for me to come in from work and find one or more of them leaving. They always like to shake my hand when they do so. Whenever I come home and men are leaving our house, no matter if they shake my hand. Matt turns to Whitey and says, “No need to toss them far here. In fact, I’d rather they didn’t toss them. But I’ve got a set budget to spend on cushions and storage. If you want to supply the thicker ones with bins for them all at the same final figure as quoted for the bins and thin cushions you can supply either one.”Whitey smiles, “Done. I was told you’d probably agree if I was up front about it. So I took a chance and I loaded up to supply the thick ones with enough bins for them. I’ll be.