My Wife, My Slave-4

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For a long moment Sheila paused and considered my request, then she put down the knife and walked out of the kitchen. I had been sitting on a stool at the breakfast bar where we generally ate dinner when alone. Her action surprised me so I continued sitting there as I heard her moving through the house. I didn’t bother picking up the knife and continuing with dinner preparations. That was her job. Mine was cleanup. A minute later she was back without her skirt, she was wearing panties however. At first I wasn’t sure what she was doing but she had put on a thong that exposed most of her ass cheeks and let her slave mark show. Sheila normally didn’t wear thongs, she only had a couple of pairs that she wore for certain special occasions where she had to dress up and needed that sor

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