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Everything looks wonderful, Bradley. Indian sex Well, she generally has the oil and vinegar dressing—is that what you’d like, my dear? Ahhhh…that feels nice. All right, same time next week it is, then. I think you should kneel and thank him for disciplining you so thoroughly…oh, and ask him if he’d like you to suck his cock as a reward. “Oh, look,” he said his voice deceptively casual, “after all the trouble Bradley and I took to keep your panties clean for you, you’ve let them get all wet and stained with your pussy juice. It got to the point he never knew when she was going to take sudden, violent offense to something he’d done. He licked his lips automatically. He dabbed at the wet spot with the napkin, but tried not to touch Violet’s skin, unsure how the other man would feel about that. “It’s not that I don’t want to do nice things for you,” she said, “because I do, but every woman has to draw the line, and—well, I feel strongly about it, so don’t argue.” Bradley had no idea what he was supposedly trying to argue about or why they were talking about sandwiches. Violet’s panties, here…they’re lovely, don’t you think?
