..But, since I bring home the bacon, I call the shots. You got that, Lady?" "What are you saying, Anne?" "What I am saying is, I am in the husband's r...ole, and you are in the wife's role. Consequently, if you want to remain married to me, then you have got to be the wife that I was, while I take the role of the husband that you were. You will look like a pretty doll when I get home from the office. You'll have my supper on the table. You'll wear what I tell you to wear. If I ever catch you. As she heard Ilse give her permission to finish, Savannah plunged two of her fingers into her pussy, the hair shaved into the triangle just like Ilse’s. She began to grind her palm into her clit as she rammed her pussy with her fingers. As she felt another wave of orgasm coming, she began to scream again, and began to squirt her pussy juices all over the towel she knelt on, which was obviously already wet. This is incredible, though Savannah, she knew the only thing better than masturbation. Sure, other guys checked her out. She was certainly hot. They would come up and talk to her. Sometimes when I was standing right there, she would let them way into her space and her body language and expression said she was wanting their cocks. I would see her checking them out and her gaze always lasted a bit too long on their crotches and what their cock must be like. That led me to remember that date when we got stuck in the drive-in. She agreed to fuck some guy, we didn’t know, with me. ”She laughed, “I know. You always stare at them, even when they’re hidden. But you also stare at my face and into my eyes.” She sang quietly, “Et ça me fait quelque chose.”Helen chuckled, “French is sexy until you work for French artists. It loses much of its charm then.”Jenny continued singing as she danced up to me, and as she looked into my eyes she smiled and pulled my head down to kiss her. She hummed quietly as she sucked my tongue into her mouth, and I felt Helen embrace me from behind..