Fran had resisted believing this, but now in the face of her husband's terrible insensitivity to her needs, she could not help remembering her mother's words. A shudder went through her nakedly kneeling body as she realized that she was really like a slave, utterly at her husband's mercy. She knew that if she tried to stop him now he would accuse her of not satisfying his needs – even if he never said it, he would think it. God, she wanted to satisfy him, but not like this… definitely not like this!

Her husband's breath was coming in great gasps behind her now and she strained forward, instinctively tightening her thighs together, the muscles in her lithe young body taut as she anticipated what he was going to do. His hands reached around beneath her hips and teased hotly at the softly swinging mounds of her breasts, cupping them upward and rolling the stiff little nipples between his fingers. In spite of herself, Fran jumped at the contact, her breasts had always been unusually sensitive and Brint always took full advantage of this fact. He continued rolling and teasing at their pearl-shaped tips while he shuffled forward behind her on his knees, the rigid tip of his cock pressing deep into the softly yielding crevice between her open buttocks.

"Ooooooh God!" Fran moaned helplessly, feeling it pulsing licentiously against her exposed flesh as she ground unwillingly back against it. His hands on her full breasts were beginning to drive her mad, and the excited blonde squirmed backward in an unwittingly erotic motion. She didn't want to enjoy this lewd performance, to lower herself to the level of a common slut before her own husband, but tiny electric shocks of unwanted pleasure were spiking out from her nipples and stabbing hotly through the rest of her nakedly quivering body with a lightning-like speed.