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Chapter 6 by hyperlax700 hyperlax700

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Changeing

Things changed after that. I spent a lot more time around the house while he was away. Up early every day to make breakfast for us, gave him his morning blowjob before he went to work, did laundry and cleaned the house while he was away, and made sure dinner was ready for him when he came home. I got better at it. Every day I hoped he would be satisfied enough to fuck me again. But more often than not he just made me masturbate, while he jerked off. I started teasing him, tempting him to come and fuck me, and a few times it worked. It felt so good. His cock was like a **** I was addicted to. And I yearned for his affection. Once a month when I was on my period, he would stay home on the first day. Those were always the most painful. We would sleep on the couch, and he would hold me in his arms. Even then, in pain I wanted him.

Three months had passed since I got here. I was doing laundry, and folding his clothes while dinner was in the oven. I suddenly realized. I wasn’t thinking about getting out anymore. I can’t say when that happened exactly but I knew I hadn’t thought about it in a while now. I thought back, to before. What was I doing before all this? Nothing really? Just going out drinking with friends, then sleeping all day. Was there actually anything to miss? Wasn’t this life just as good, or better?

Surprisingly easily my mind settled with this idea. I had it good. A man who provided for me, a beautiful house to live in, and amazing sex. All he asked for in return was that I take care of the house for him. He had never once hit me with his belt after that first time, and he was surprisingly tender and gentle, even when he was rough.

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