HOW WE SERVE MASTER

My wife is crying.

I like that.

She’s not really hurt. Oh, there’s some minor physical and emotional pain.

But, hey, when you’re a sexual submissive married to a dominant wife, what do you expect?

Besides, Akira is mainly crying because she likes to cry.

That, my friends and co-conspirators, is why she’s a sexual submissive married to a dominant wife.

She likes to cry.

The human race is both ancient and mind-boggling weird.

She cried because I took my riding crop to her pussy and then rode that pussy with my girl cock. Her ass right after that.

Now she’s in heaven having a nice long sob curdled up in bed.

I can’t help myself. I make women weep.

A matter of fact, Akira says the highlight of our last European trip was the two weepers we had fun with.

First in Belgium and then in France, I charmed a young lady to come up to mine and Akira’s hotel room.

And fuck my wife.

Then I punished Akira and the girl.

Both girls were fantastic sobbers. You could tell it was one of their favorite parts of sex.

And they were tough, witty and beautiful. So delightful, delicious and debased.

Adelheid was a blonde we met in Antwerp. Brigitte was a brunette living in Bordeaux.

So you see, on top of everything else, they were alliterative.