“Oh, hush, you! I wear the pants in our relationship and you know it! I always have! Why on Earth would I want to give that up, sugar? At least with... you, I get to boss around a fucking mayor! Is a Prophetess allowed to say that word? Oh, well, bite me if you mind!” Sarah put her lovely dark hands on her hips as her piercing, coal-black eyes flashed with impish sass.“I can see that the grand tradition of Prophets with snark continues!” I chuckled now.“Apparently so, at least with us,” Sarah. My eyes wander over your gym-built body, from your powerful shoulders over your chiseled trunk and finally all the way down to your prodigious package that dangles long and thick just inches before my face.I ask you if I can touch it.You look down and say "yes".I reach out and take your stiffening cock in one as the other hand gently massages your balls. Your cock throbs and swells in my palm; so hard, so powerful.My little clitty dick drips in my panties as I look up into your eyes, awaiting. When he slid her night gown up she helped him to remove it by arching her back and eventually pulling it off over her head. He got back into bed and buried his face in her breasts, her left nipple firmly implanted in his mouth. She hugged his head to her, inhaling the erotic scent of his after shave as he suckled like a child. She didn’t know how aroused she was until his hand came in contact with the flood of moisture that was emanating from within her. The feeling of rapture that overtook her. Mea also said that Wayne’s wife would be hurt if he did not do as he was told. Wayne’s wife was at this time very ill.Wayne was reluctant at first but Mea had said Wayne could give her some commands of his own so she would do whatever he told her and he wanted to protect his wife.It was a Thursday morning when Janice arrived at Wayne’s house, he had suggested that she came early so that they could have a coffee and a hug before going for a walk and lunch together. She did not know that there.