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Sometimes she thought that was the best part, fighting to control the overwhelming desire for release while her husband watched, knowing that it was against the rules to come without permission and that if she gave in the evening would be over. Don had become expert at gauging when she could take no more. And when he judged that she had reached that point he would put his reading aside again, then simply snap his fingers at her again and make a peremptory gesture towards the front of his pants. Oh, she loved this part, maybe best of all. She had always pretty much enjoyed performing oral sex on her husband, though most of the time party a large part of her mind was still at the office. But being ordered to do it as a slave, naked and on her knees in the living room, was a different experience entirely. First of teen all, a rule had evolved that she first had to unzip him using only her teeth. And something about the entire procedure – approaching him on her knees, placing her hands on the arms of his chair, pushing her face into his crotch and struggling to grasp and pull down the zipper toggle between her clenched teeth, while Don again pretended to ignore her – made her feel even more like a possession. And when she had accomplished the task, and was finally allowed to use her hands to open his pants the rest of the way and take out his cock, it felt so much like a reward to be able to take him into her mouth and pleasure him that she savored every moment. Savored them too much, sometimes, and too long, because sometimes Don would lose patience, place his hands on the sides of her head and forcibly increase the pace, pushing her head up and down on his cock until he climaxed and filled her mouth. She loved it when he did that, though she’d never admitted it to him. Then it was dinnertime and oh god, how she loved that. Often before she’d even had a chance to swallow his cum, Donald would snap his fingers again and indicate the kitchen with a jerk of his thumb, and Anita would hasten to obey, always remembering to first replace his cock in his pants and zip him up again before getting back on her feet and padding away on her bare feet to prepare his dinner. The bottom drawer, next to the stove, was where she kept the special apron she wore only on Slave Nights. It was really a pitiful excuse for an apron: a tiny, translucent piece of lacy white fabric that barely covered her loins and was tied behind her with a ridiculously huge bow. But she loved how feminine it made her feel, loved the way it somehow made her feel even more naked, especially in combination with her collar. Of course since Don was always the first one home, he usually had dinner well under way and all Anita needed to do was set the table and place the food into serving dishes. And on these special nights she always took extra care, using the nicest placemats and silverware, pouring wine and water into their respective glasses, lighting a single tall candle in the middle of the table. When everything was perfect she would pull her husband’s chair away from the table, making it ready for him, and then she would take her kneeling position beside it and simply wait. Don could tell by the silence that it was time for him to make his entrance. He would walk in casually, ignoring her as before, and seat himself, pulling his chair up to the table smartly. He would take a moment to look over the table setting and if everything met with his satisfaction he would simply nod, indicating that Anita could begin to serve. But if some small thing skinny wasn’t right – and Anita usually made sure that this was the case, placing his silverware in the wrong order, for example – he would snap his fingers again and point at the offending object. Anita would rise to student her feet and bend over the table to make the correction. Then she would remain in that position while Don gave her as many slaps on the ass as he felt her transgression warranted. If there were no further mistakes to be corrected Anita was allowed to begin serving. This was another highlight of her evening, walking back and forth from the stove and counter, often with her behind red and tingling, offering him each dish, like a well-trained slave-girl should, and filling his plate until he held up his hand, signaling that he had enough. Then resuming her kneeling position at his side while he ate. She knew there was no danger of her going hungry, of course. On these nights Don always accepted much more food than he actually wanted, and even some dishes that he didn’t particularly care for but knew that Anita liked. And when he was done he would simply pick up his plate, turn in his seat and begin to feed her. Oh, she loved that so much! Maybe that was the best part: kneeling there beside him, hands resting empty on her thighs, opening her mouth while he carefully raised a spoon or fork and fed her like a baby bird, sometimes even allowing her to eat directly from the palm of his hand like a favored pet. Sometimes she would deliberately allow some food to miss her mouth and run down her chin, knowing that Don would gently clean her up with his napkin - and then pinch her nipples hard for thirty seconds as a punishment. Mmmmm…. After dinner Don would rise from his chair and proceed to the living room. Anita would follow and while Don was settling himself in his favorite chair she would turn on the television and stand beside it, waiting his instructions. He would tell her what show or movie he wanted to watch and Anita would set it up for amateur him, adjusting the volume to his preference once it began. Then at his nod, indicating that everything was correct, Anita would quickly return to the kitchen to remove and store her apron before returning to kneel beside his chair, naked once more but for her collar. Often he would absently stroke her hair or massage her neck while he watched, and this always made her wish she could purr for him. The amount of sperm you are producing is definitely at the high end of the scale. In seconds she had what she wanted, my skinny cock stiffened rapidly and she shifted her fingers from my balls to my erection. I have to live with you." She repeated this process, moaning loudly every time she slammed down. We’ve seen those shows on TV, and they do look pretty awesome, at least some of them do. 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