I then went into the bedroom and put the strap-on under the end of the bed along with the lubrication. I found Jean in the kitchen and went up behind ...her putting my hands on her tits and said wasn't it time for a 'siesta', this was our code word for "fancy going to bed for a cuddle?". She took off her apron and grinned and went into the bathroom to change.As mentioned previously I have a small penis and when we were first married Jean couldn't feel my cock inside her and making love has always. She had lost hope for escape or any semblance of a life a long time ago. She was now just an empty shell. She didn’t even squirm as he roughly shoved the pink invader up her tight, dry hole and locked it in place. “You really shouldn’t have run Lauren, or slandered me in that tell all book of yours,” he lectured. “I’m going to make you regret what you did every day for the rest of your pathetic life.”He said this to her every day without fail. Two simple sentences repeated habitually for. I was game because it would feel like getting filled with cum but I would be in the comfort of my own house. I told him to get as many as he could. He talked with his nurse friends at the hospital and the first day already had 3 of them he kept in a contain in the fridge. a few more friends joined in the fun and he even got the 60+ year old custodian at the hospital to make one. Next week he called and said come get your cum. I had never met him before so we made plans for me to come to the. "You had a talk?" Yeah. I don't get him, you understand, but I think it's there. I think he'll do the minimums, at least." I shook my head in amazement. "I damned sure wouldn't, but everything he said indicates that he's got a thing for being made to wear horns." I'm going to brace him about Mike's next party, then," Evelyn announced."This is on you, Hon -- I'm not asking you to do it." I know." Evelyn fished two hundred dollars out of her purse. "This is toward my first year's partnership.