Monday 13 February 2012

Sarah's pleasure


The man my wife brought home pleased her in a way that I never could.  You could see the pleasure in her face as I stood by the door watching them.  When he had finished and Sarah lay on the bed in an exhausted but happy heap, all I could do was curtsey with a quick bob, and say "Thank you, Sir".  And I meant it.  After all I loved my wife and wanted her to have whatever made her happy, and anyone with eyes could see how much pleasure Sir had managed to give her in just one short afternoon.

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