There were lunchtime quickies; there were times when he would call her at work from his office and tell her in detail what he planned to do with her when she got home. Christ–why had she ever married a philosophy professor? Blowjob porn When she was able to sit up by herself he fed her by hand from a plate he’d brought upstairs. And even then she had remained on all fours, the scrub-brush dropping from her numb fingers as she continued to sob quietly. Dunno. A knife and fork against a plate…
And the sound of her own voice…moaning. Susan liked to think that the feminist side would have won out, but she also understood the pain of divided loyalties all too well. There was a bucket of soapy water sitting on the floor nearby and Susan had suddenly remembered that it was her turn to mop the floor…she was supposed to have done it the previous weekend and it was all too obvious that she hadn’t.
