You were so confident, when your husband asked that you wrestle her. So sure, that when you and she began to grapple it would be nothing more than fun and games.
In fact you giggled and laughed as she grabbed for you — still playing for your one man audience, as with her you engaged.
But it all changed when she had you. The levity ending when on your knees you stayed.
“I am his mistress! You white slut….” She whispered in a hiss, as your smile faded.
Her dominance continuing, until an later, on your face, his victorious mistress came.Recommend0 recommendationsPublished in