“Yes, I try to be attractive for you. The gown, the heels, the lipstick...the things you like me to wear.”
“Well, if you do all that for Abul you must love him?” He laughed and the others joined in. “Wiggle your ass for us, Mrs. Ryan, and while you’re doin’it let us hear you speak the words of love to your new man.” She thought he probably was too drunk to take her but maybe if she did what he wanted he’d press the remote and let her have an orgasm. Still holding her ass cheeks apart, she moved her ass from side to side, then in a circular motion. They all laughed at her.
“I don’t fuckin’ hear nothin!” Abul shouted.
Continuing to rotate her ass she said, “I...I...love you Abul.”
Gruber stepped forward, “Do you love Abul enough to dishonor the memory of your husband in your wedding bed
