It had not been a question but a statement of fact, yet Rena Gokhale nodded an affirmative just the same.
Her disappointment for this inability on the part of her husband written so large across her youthful features as to have no need for neon to advertise it further.
“This may surprise you, my dear, but I agree with your husband.”
“You do?” genuine astonishment appeared on the feline and erotic features and Julianne nodded a confirmation before continuing.
“No real man could ever be forced to lower himself in such a way… And yet… I would wager your all-powerful husband has no problem asking you to kneel before him in order to wrap those beautiful full lips of yours around his needy cock.”
Again, it was not a question and, had one been required, the high colour transfusing the perfec
