“Then take them sir.” she turned towards me. “Nice, how can it possibly feel nice?,” she asked, but her fingers were busy exploring her innards so recently shorn of her maidenhead and her pleasure was obvious. Still abed at cock crow, that meant we were wed according to ancient law. “I demand your lips before I place a ring on your finger,” I stated. I let her slumber on, she deserved her rest, and more, seldom had I been so content after a dalliance. Shocked she looked round and saw me beside her, “Oh my god, what happened.”
“We made love,” I explained. “Then, why have your fingers inside yourself?” I asked, “It excites you, does it not, think of how much better my member would please you.”
“Oh, I did not realise,” she said lamely. “I might just as well reside here,” she explained, “Rising before dawn and praying endlessly has limited appeal, but what other avenues are open to me? “No sir, I am deathly serious.” she admitted.
