Bernard looked at his wife and smiled appreciatively.

He thought that she was one sexy cunt. The sexiest cunt he had ever pumped, that was for sure.

The man had never boffed a pussy tighter and more comfortable than Michele's – and unlike his wife, he was an expert.

He had been able to tell from the second he first laid eyes on her that she wanted to be his slave.

But the cruel man had waited until he had the little gold ring around her finger to let her see his sadistic nature.

Keeping his brutality a secret, he figured, was itself sadistic.

Michele had long black hair that fell full over her shoulders and down between her rather sharp shoulder biades.

She stood five foot three and was built on a small frame so that she had never weighed more than one hundred pounds in her life.

She had the face of an angel. She looked like a white-souled being who had never committed a sin.

Her large eyes were dark brown and twinkled whenever she was happy – which was most of the time.

She had a tiny turned up button nose that wiggled up and down like a bunny's whenever she was particularly excited about something or other.

Her mouth was not large, but her lips, were full and sensuous.

Her lips were already moist, although Bernard rarely caught her licking them to make them wet.

She had a pouting lower, lip that Bernard thought was fun to suck on, and always looked kissable, even if sex was the last thing on her mind. She held her lips parted frequently so that Bernard could see little saliva bubbles on her perfectly straight, pearly-white teeth.

Her tongue could stick far out of her mouth and was very soft and pink, an asset which Bernard had learned to use fully.

She had an olive complexion and her skin was smooth and soft, in spite of her age. If she went to Hollywood, Bernard figured, she would be able to play the parts of high school girls. She would end up playing parts the age of her own daughters.