His raging hard on flops out and rests between my ass cheeks. They were the thongs I had worn just two days ago in the hopes that my husband would notice the effort I had made. How could I put them through that? I will be in here if you need me.” I call back returning the curry to the heat. Turning to him I look him dead in the eye and give him my answer. “So in your sick perverted head it would be better to sit sniffing my dirty thongs?” Before I see his reaction to my question, the world disappears from underneath me and I feel myself begin to fall. They were the thongs I had worn just two days ago in the hopes that my husband would notice the effort I had made. Now that they have moved off to university I rarely see them anymore. Yet as his fingers rub circles on my clit I can’t find the willpower to say no so instead I stand rigid, Feeling myself grow moist around
