“All better now, beloved?”
I nod emphatically, still amazed at her behavior. If this is what being bored and out of sorts does for my wife it’s hard to feel sorry for her! We could even do with a bit more of that sort of ennui around here. Or so I feel at the moment, as Amelia drops her whip, removes the c**k from her crotch and steps over to the Stairmaster. A minute later she’s climbing steadily to the top of the Washington Monument.
This is the equivalent of eight hundred and ninety-seven steps. Watching her plow methodically through them I can’t help but I ogle my mistress’ slender bare back and relentlessly flexing buttocks. God she is so hot! Even knowing all this work on her glutes is turning her into an even more formidable f**k machine than ever can’t stop my p***s (still tingli
