.. but stop speaking in cryptic messages." Very well." He said. "The slave fantasy was not the only code in production. There were others. For example..., one code was designed to create the perfect wife ... depending on the individual."I nodded."Well," he continued, "While this fantasy is all very well and good, but this wife might not do everything that her 'imprinter' tells her to do. Why? Because she's a wife, not a sex slave."I guess that made sense.He smirked. "So we designed something that. She asked me have u seen blue film i said casually …Ya at sometimes ..I asked her do u see ? For that she said no …I smiled a bit and told her about that what she had seen in my laptop these days .. I asked do you like having sex with your husband ..She suddenly cried to convince her i wiped out her tears and slowly whispered in her ears that i love her very much and i masturbate daily thinking of fucking her and said all my needs …Suddenly she hold my hands put her head down and said from the. Annette groaned, concentrating only on the hot searing pain throbbing through her ass. But as her shitter lips finally began to stretch and ease up, the girl started feeling that tight heat pulsing through her pussy once again.David pulled back a bit, then shoved in a little farther. Annette squeaked, feeling as if he were pulling her asstube out of shape. The girl squirmed, moving her ass back against the heavy- haired belly."Move it, baby, move it, move that ass around like you really want. Everyone was having a blast, then Zel decides to take a dip, this is going to be a game changer. Everyone follows her into the pool. Someone calls, Marco polo. So, the game begins. Zel the birthday girl is it. We put on a blindfold and get started. Marco, ……………. Polo, Marco …………Pole it goes. The guys are swimming under her to get away, she is really having fun. We take a short drink break in the pool and Zel calls me closer and whispers in my ear, can you believe I’ve had about 10 hands.