CASSANDRA WILLIAMS
“Good morning, Mrs. Jones,” He whispered in my ear, while he is burying his c**k inside of me in a missionary position.
I am looking straight in his eyes as he humps hard but slowly. This feels like a dream. It is my first morning waking up in this house and for the first time, I feel like a little load had been lifted off me. I always took care of my mother, but someone is here to take care of me today, tomorrow, or whenever.
I am Mrs. Jones; Lucas’s wife.
“Please don’t stop,” I beg him.
I really enjoy this position in so many ways. I feel really close to him.
“You’ve been saying this for the past fifteen minutes. You don’t want to get pregnant, do you? I can’t have you pregnant,” He says breathlessly.
What does he even mean? Doesn’t he want to have kids with
