SWEET SEX SLAVES

By SUSAN SWEET

peace in his arms. in a way that I had never experienced before.

My husband began to rub his body against mine and I felt his prick getting hard in my ass again. A replay of my first real fucking took place again, except that it didn't take him as long this time, and I didn't get aroused at all.

I was nothing more than a sex toy that he could use as he wished. After he came, he held me tight and began to nibble on my earlobes again.

"I will see to it that you get the finest training, my lovely wife," he whispered. "You will learn to sew and cook and clean and keep house. I will enroll you in beauty and make up schools so you will always look beautiful for me. My sweet Jennifer. My Honey Pot! Sweet Pussy! What a wife you shall be!"

His whisperings got softer and softer and I finally realized that he had gone to sleep! I tried to extricate myself from his grasp, but even then, he held me tightly in his strong arms.. At last, tired and emotionally drained from the day's events, I accepted his arms about me and fell into a deep and exhausted sleep.

Blackmailed into marriage to escape prison for embezzlement, I was Mrs. Jennifer Evelyn Devon for the next four years...

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