She said that her married life is happy, but her sex life is miserable coz she has been fucked only twice in the past one year that she has been marri...ed. I asked her the reason, but she was reluctant to answer it. Then I told her about the condition. She agreed on the condition that I wouldn’t tell it to anybody. I agreed. With tears in her eyes she said that her husband has a certain problem & he can fuck her only 2-4 time in a month. I was very sad to hear this.Then she asked me whether I had. When I am satisfied, I withdraw the finger of ginger from your burning hole. As you recover on the bed, I ask how that little game was and you give a deeply thoughtful answer.“I am happy to have served you Sir and accept my punishments for my mistakes.” “How does your cunt feel,” I add. “It feels totally wrecked and it is still burning a little bit, but if you need it to take more for you, it will take more,” you answer dutifully. As we are talking, I survey my handiwork. Your asschecks are a. She asks me if I want a cup of tea. I decline and make my way up the stairs to my room. I set down my bag, unpack the contents and put them away, and grab my dressing gown and the bag I keep behind my chest of drawers, all with the automated feel you get when your mind is on something else."I'm going to have a bath," I yell down the stairs, and without waiting for an answer, go into the bathroom and lock the door.The very fact that you can lock it makes the bathroom my favourite room in the. She was almost done; soon the incantations would be complete.The sun was touching the horizon as softly as a balloon sinking to the floor days after its inflation. The warmth was gone and the people of Portland had gotten their fill. Now all that was left to do was finish the work they had procrastinated all day against and go home.Nelson rushed through the Portland jetport, drawing looks of curiosity and shock from the people he passed by. When he wasn’t looking to the exit, he was looking at.