She needn’t have worried, for the upstairs bedroom was far enough removed from all but one place in the house that her cries wouldn’t carry.
Michaelene paused to appraise the state of Patrick’s rod. Before leaving Slateville, she had unlocked him from his Male Chastity device. This was Patrick’s first multi-day period of penile freedom since their anniversary celebration eight months earlier. He was fiercely erect, rod throbbing.
Her husband had charming masculine package, she thought, blessed with a long, lovely p***s of extraordinary symmetry. The slimness of his rod bothered Michaelene not in the least. And that reminded her of something.
“Don’t you dare touch your rod,” Michaelene warned him, as she spread her legs again.
Patrick withdrew his hand quickly, as that was exactly what
