She couldn't help herself."Good girl," she heard Mistress say. "Float here, a moment, my slave.Just float. And drift. And feel yourself belonging to m...e. Completely."The slave was not sure how much time might have passed, when she heardMistress telling her to open her eyes, and look in the suitcase again.Rising, like a robot, up on her knees, she lifted the cover on thesuitcase and found... a sheet of butcher paper. On top of this were twoitems: black rubber panties, and a plastic container of. I’ll be waiting out in the bedroom.’ ‘I’m perfectly capable of putting on my own sunburn cream.’ ‘I’d like to do it for you, okay? It’s the least I can do for my husband!’ Emma sat glumly on the bed. Was she doing the right thing? What she’d seen and heard about on the Internet that day had her mind in a whirl. Certainly there was nothing wrong in doing those sorts of things with her own husband? He’d touched her intimately many times and she’d touched him, too, once or twice. He’d played with. Carefully, I halved The Peach with a paring knife, then I removed the pit. With the spoon, I carefully removed any rough areas that might remain in the pit bed, of both sides of The Peach. Dropping both halves back into the snifter, I opened the peach brandy, pouring some of it into the glass. I wanted just enough in the glass, so that The Peach halves were covered. I put the plastic wrap over the top of the glass, and removed everything I no longer needed. The knife, the spoon, the partial. She had her hands in my hair twirling her fingers and groaning, "yes...yes...YES" as I sucked, chewed and licked that place where my wife had come into this world.When she came the first time she held my head tight grinding her cunt against my mouth and nose. My face was red and slippery from all we were doing. I had cunt juice all the way to my ears. The second time she came was when I had two fingers inside her slit and was sucking lightly on her clit.Now I was ready to fuck this woman. I.