Life With Zoya
I was kneeling naked in the center of our bed – well not kneeling exactly. I was on my hands and knees, my c**k swollen up excruciatingly hard within its cramped little cage. A complete erection was out of the question of course. Unbearably horny after weeks of deprivation I was gazing beseechingly up at my lovely wife and begging her desperately for the only kind of s*x she ever allows me.
Standing tall next to the bed Zoya was naked too, except for a few telling exceptions. Her long, straight red hair was held behind her ears and cascading down her back by a black plastic band. A spiked black collar circled her columnar neck. One of my heavy leather belts was looped about her fist and dangling down by her leg, and her latest favorite dildo – black, ten inches long and tw
