Chapter Two
Emma woke early with a healthy itch between her legs. If her asshole of a husband hadn’t insisted on this week away at this thoroughly strange place, they would be snuggled in bed together right now. All she would have had to do was simply reach out and fondle his always willing member and within minutes she would have him hammering her into the bed. It wasn’t possible with that appliance that encased his d**k at present but, why should she have to suffer because of his idiocy, because of his stupid need to pretend.
Throwing her legs over the side of the bed she padded over to where Arthur was sleeping in the cage. He didn’t look very comfortable, scrunched up in a fetal position. The cage was only four feet long and his bedding was only a thin pad with a ratty, thin blanket.
