(I did as I was told, carefully scooping servings of each dish onto your plate. Every time I bent over, my breasts threatened to spill out of my bra. At one point you stopped me, ordering me to hold still. Taking out your phone, you snapped a picture of my ample bosom hovering over your dinner plate.)
husband
“I should post this online, since you love porn so much,” you mused, showing me the photo. “We can make a naughty, salacious gallery of you and charge people to ogle your ***** body. Would you like that, dirty girl? Whoring yourself out for money?”
wife
(a flush of embarassment and desire crept up my neck to my cheeks )
wife
I um...Only if you wanted me to... you're the boss( I answered)
wife
(you smiled and held up your phone )
husband
say that again
wife
I...would only ....white myself out for money .....if you wanted me to.youre the boss
husband
“I am the boss,” you repeated. Reaching up, you pulled down the cups of my bra until my ***** breasts were fully exposed. Then you squeezed and fondled them, making me writhe and whimper under your touch. “I am the boss of this lewd, vulgar girl. You love flaunting your tits for me, don’t you, slut?”
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