Now get cleaning. “Whhhaaaoooohhh,” she said. there was always a way, especially where we lived. . She collapsed, dead to everything except her own fading ecstasy. She was ready. These comments troubled me. But I stayed professional and hid my dismay. And, of course, he was now knotted up inside my wife, so he’d be there for a little while. “Emily is running the class tonight. Gunther soon pulled out of my wife and nosed at her crotch, checking that he’d properly deposited his sperm. The only trace of the operation was a tiny scar near her belly button. “They want the grand finale, baby. Let’s go big. Get to work.”
“Okey-dokey,” she said, blowing a sloppy kiss at the camera. As did the audience: text-cheers flooded in. My wife got on all fours, planted her forehead on the floor, and thrust her ass up. But I stayed professional and hid my dismay. “Better?” She wasn’t talking to me; she was talking to all the people watching her.
