"So far, so good, thought Jane, as she repeated each sentence in turn, absorbing the messages deep into her mind."Wifey needs to please her husband by... touching him." If Wifey doesn't touch her husband often, she will feel sad and lonely."Mmmmm, so true, she thought as she repeated the sentences, which were gradually becoming more personal and intimate."Jane wants to be Wifey for her husband."Yes, please."Therefore, Jane needs to please her husband by touching him."I need to touch my husband!. He then asked if I wanted to watch him cum again but told me I'd have to help him get there. Of course I obliged so he taught me open mouthed kissing while he pulled my nighty up to play with my little pink nipples. He then told me he would need to pull my panties down a little to help him cum so again I let him do as he wished with me. He slipped his hands into my knickers and touched my bald pussy lips which I very much enjoyed especially as they had become engorged from feeling his tongue in. The sudden realization of what he wanted finally hit her."No...not that. I can't do that. That's blackmail! And besides, it's against everything I believe in!" Britney cried, recoiling back into her chair in disgust."It may be blackmail. But sweet, naive little Britney...how do you think the world works huh? You may have been given your career on a silver platter but at some point you must pay your dues. Are your morals and ethics worth more than all that work you spent becoming a household. I brushed past him and threw myself down on the couch, patting the seat next to me saying, “Have a seat. Relax.” Part of me wanted him to cuddle up next to me, but I still wasn’t sure if he felt the same way about me that I felt about him. “Why are you nervous?” I said, as he tentatively sat down next to me. “I’m the one going on stage in front of thousands of people.” “Well... It’s like this. I, erm... Oh, screw it!” He leaned over and landed a kiss smack on my lips. I have to admit, at first.