‘It would please me to see the two of you kiss,’ He says. His eyes glitter with arousal. I almost speak. I can feel the pressure of the words well...ing up in my throat, struggling to come out and admit that this may be too much for me. But that would be disobeying. I can’t disobey. I am Master’s good girl. But I can’t make myself obey, either. My body won’t move. It’s like a nightmare, literally like a recurring nightmare I’ve had-Master commands me and I can’t make myself obey. I feel my cheeks. I couldn't move my body. I watched this blur of my husband put his dick in me once more and try to fuck a little bit. He seemed to get frustrated at my lack of movement and got up from the bead. He walked over to the bedside table and grabbed his bottle of whiskey taking another gulp. He began making his way to the door when he turned around and looked at the bloody mess I was. He walked over to the edge of the bed and looked down upon and said, "Do you really want to die?" I shook my head. I Fucked Her Like 5 to 6 times!We Both Were Tired so I asked her To make some Food she went To kitchen to make Something and i Asked her To Cook naked…She agreed…While In da kitchen I was Looking her…She Was all with my Sperm In her Hair and pussy…but I was Horny again I went Da Kitchen and Put her On da table and fucked her Again for 15mins…she Couldn’t Stand But I slapped her and i Told her I am Your Master Obey…and she Cooked…it was around 6 30 till then and her Mom comes at 8 00!So We. Why had she been in such a good and giving mood? Maybe it really was because of something Minnie Fowler had said to her earlier in the day. Well, we'd be talking now for sure, but not tonight. Tomorrow we would do the sit down thing. For the moment I was going to have to pretend that everything was peachy, I was too tired to be an effective inquisitor, but tomorrow, tomorrow would be the day.Oatmeal again, well it was good for the waistline, or so she regularly assured me. I sat with my coffee.