Isabella tries to explain to Jeff

"Jeff, non iz bien, I non say ze English good now. Somezing iz wrong!" Isabella blurted.

"What? You speak it tos saidls se you posfd yasiojfdsmy." Jeff replied.

Isabella panicked. Something was wrong and she couldn't explain it to Jeff with her now very limited English vocabulary. What was more, he didn't seem concerned at all, and was treating the whole thing like a normal night. Something had happened when they had sex, she knew. Her clouded mind tried to piece it together. Maybe this was some kind of STD he'd given her. Something that had fucked with her head.

Jeff stared at the tanned beauty in front of him, frustration creeping across his face. He gestured to the kitchen, "Cook, now."

Isabella shook her head, and motioned to her mouth, trying to make her husband understand. She gestured to his dick, pointing and miming that she thought them having sex had been the cause of her troubles with language.

Jeff watched his french wife point to his dick, and then point to her mouth, frantically. "Oh," he chuckled. "I knew you French chicks were sexual, but I didn't realize you were so insatiable. He motioned for her to come to him, and she felt relief. He understands! she thought. As she got close, he took her hand and pulled her down between her legs. A string of protests in French escaped her lips, but Jeff just pushed her mouth on to his flaccid dick. She started sucking and blowing him on reflex, and he grunted in thanks. "See, I knew just what you needed, belle."

Isabella felt his cock grow in her mouth, and her fears evaporated in a pool of satisfaction. 'Everything will be ok, Master just needs a blowjob.' she thought to herself. She'd been upset about something a minute ago, but she couldn't remember what. Her world had shrunk down to the hard cock in her mouth and the growing wetness between her legs. Her towel fell to the floor as she moved a hand down to pleasure herself.

Jeff grunted after a few minutes, and came into her mouth. She swallowed it and shuddered at her own orgasm. This was her favorite thing, she knew: servicing others. It was the only thing she lived for.