?Thought your master was going to let you suffocate did you? Really now that would be a tragedy and only fourteen years old! You’re damn lucky I did...n’t, thank me!?The slave coughed his little nostrils now cleared of the brown mess, he sniffled tears forming at each corner of his eyes. ?Awwww you ok did master upset the little boy; here why not give me a kiss?? ?Why are you doing this master I’m just a kid you know, ever since you took me that day after school I’ve been scared so scared, you. His lips twitched and curled into a smile. He knew her touch, her scent. “Don’t harass me, dear lady. I don’t know how to answer to my wife should she learn of my infidelity,” he mused. His Irish lilt in his voice. He was teasing, arousing. She bit his shoulder. He caught her by surprise by escaping her embrace, his one hand braceletted her wrists and now he had her pinned to the wall. Lust in her electric blue eyes reflected his. “But on second thought, I would be honored to fulfill this. He also noticed the wedding ring on her finger and was a little disappointed such a pretty lady was not available. ‘Very infectious smile, isn’t it? I’m Elizabeth and the little baker is Allison.’ Elizabeth said trying to smile herself. Just in that brief moment, a quick expression, and Jacob could sense the hurt she had buried underneath. He wanted to help. He turned to Elizabeth and said, ‘I tell you what, I have some friends who would also love some wonderful cookies. I bet if you made them. The young women were a means for you to hold onto your faded youth - a gorgeous trophy wife to walk proudly beside you at your club dinners and a woman with a beautiful body who would be your whore at night. Only now, you've discovered the truth - they married you for your money and are looking elsewhere for their cock. That's why you would do it."Joe removed the cigar from his mouth and used it as a pointer at Jonas "Do you really expect us to believe that you can change the way that our wives.