Butter spread liberally over the rolls and potatoes. Xnxx hot “Maybe we ought to play this Master and Slave game.”
“Okay,” she said, “we both are okay with being the Master or the Slave, I guess. XIX –
A THURSDAY MEAL
Eating supper on Thursday night – their “together meal” night – Mary and John talked of the possibilities for another Saturday night by themselves, or maybe with friends. I think my sex drive is still on the upswing. “Can’t disagree one bit, hon. “Follow me, bitch.” She said, “Yes, Master,” knew she was to be submissive for a while, and followed him upstairs to the master bedroom. Why not? “I like it when you order me,” she said in a shy voice he seldom heard from his wife. They ate in silence. “Anything new on your horizon?” he asked, biting into the chicken titty. “I guess. I think you’re on permanent Hot-To-Trot.”
She bit into a thigh, ate slowly and thought. “Thursday night family dinners are a blast,” she panted.
