She set him in on his bed, by which time he had become petulantly silent."Now, you're going nowhere until you talk. Your chair is in another room."Sh...e quickly reached into his jacket, snatched his cell phone and tossed itinto the other room onto the chair. "Your cell phone is with it. and youcan't get up without my help. Now talk to me."He remained silent until she said, "Fine. You want to be petulant? I canwait here as long as you can. Now why won't you let me be your friend?"He said. His hand reached up the back of her thong and gripped tight. His other hand pressed the cuffs into her lower back, pinning her in place. He pulled her panties away from her ass. The soft fabric pressed hard against her pussy. With a loud rip, her panties tore. He pulled them off her, the soft silk sliding over her pussy. Rudely, without warning, a finger pushed into her pussy. She gasped loudly and he heard it. His chuckle sent a shiver up her spine. “You’re nearly dripping. I bet you won’t. He was certain at least reasonably of the east west orientation having watched the sunset a while ago.Hell, for all he knew the vista above could be an elaborate fake! A hologram or some such trickery, he couldn't be sure.That full moon hanging placidly over head might be well composed of the fabled 'green cheese' for all he could tell. Not that any of that mattered now.He sighed, gazing pleasantly down his length at the only thing that did.Both of them, bare and lovely appearing ethereal. My husband loves me with all his being, just as he loves all his other wives, but I’m his first wife – his Clan Queen. He kisses me every chance he gets and makes love to me every day that we’re home. Sometimes he locks eyes with me while his cock is in another of my sister-wives, and we know. Even then, it’s as if it is in me. When we are all making love, I feel stretched much of the time, even while his cock is in someone else. What I feel is so real that I have to convince myself he actually.