Chapter Seven
My hair’s a mess, my dress rumpled. But in pulling into the driveway at 6 a.m. on a Saturday, morning who’s to notice? Yes, David once again went into virile beast mode arriving at his home after a sumptuous dinner to tear my dress over my head with great vigor. He then took me doggie style, his favorite and enjoyable for me... once per week. Thus the hair mess, firmly grasping as he plunged and plunged and plunged.
Entering the front door I smell breakfast, the eggs benedict I savor. I go to the kitchen for coffee, and though I’ve been sitting driving, find a need for more rest, seating myself after a long night with little sleep. Being greeted by my naked servant husband somewhat restores my energy. Watching his cute butt teeter as he stirs the Hollandaise sauce, hearing
