But you can smell that can't you bitch?"Mike gave out a quiet 'yes I can'."You smell my masters hot juicy cum on that pussy can you dear?" I giggled a...s I asked him."Yes I can" was all he said again."All these years we've been together and iv never let you cum anywhere in or on that pussy. But look at it now dear, completely soaked and not a drop is yours"I was really enjoying this side of things, humiliating my bitch husband was such a turn on and I loved how he was obeying and hanging on my. Why else would she still be sitting before me, sentient and real. And more than that, to my astonishment, she began to show signs of attraction. She would swish her head when making a really ‘big point’. I noticed her intermittently running her hand through her lovely auburn hair. And occasionally, she might bite her lip and offer a giggle. I began to watch (more so than listen to) the pert little mouth, with the pearly white teeth and opinionated verbiage. I ignored the topics, the reasons,. Sliding her legs over the edge of the bed memories of the way he reacted over her ideas for an early marriage bring on a mix of anger and sadness, she stands struggling with worry as she steps to a nearby closet looking for a white terrycloth robe to wear after a much needed shower. She takes her time showering letting the warm water wash over her slender five foot six frame. It feels good to her nude body but there's something troubling her mind, it's the real reason why she asked him to. I again press my bodydown over yours. You feel the roughness of my shirt against your barebreasts. The sensation of your bare skin brushing against my roughclothing causes you to renew your struggle. With one hand, I reach up andtake hold of your wrists. I grab your breast in my other hand. I squeezeyour nipple hard. You gasp and your struggling subsides again. Now I haveyour attention focused in your body the way I want. My goal is to maintainthis control over you long enough to have.