The clothes she wore belonged to her husband, and she also applied his strong-smelling aftershave. There you go. XXX That was a good thing. His cock responded to her touch. She knew what he was talking about. She couldn’t stop now, had to keep going. He involuntarily pressed himself harder against the stone slab. Then she stepped carefully in front of him again, and put her hands on either side of his head. The night could begin. But she could clearly sense his discomfort. He was going to break her nose. With the knife, she cut his pants completely down and let them fall down. She had done what she had come to do. She was ashamed of what she was doing. Only the wounds on his wrists testified to his struggle against the shackles.




















