Pedestal. Aptly entitled artwork. Parfait!
My shusband drank too much at my company party and practically passed out, so I took his car keys and applied smelling salt equivalents. The humiliation alone sobered him up right quick.
Due to a series of mishaps, he has to wait out 27 more of my orgasms before his next one, but he’s damn fortunate because at my rate, that won’t take more than three weeks. Between his leaking and whimpering, I’ve been feeling kinda sorry for my little cucker, so I’ve been giving him more underfoot time to help calm his nerves. It seems to help his head, but his poor little locked thing just won’t go down. Pity.
It’s the simple pleasures I give him that makes him love me