Chapter 98 I Don't Want To Have Dinner, Mr Harris

• I did as he asked, noticing how my husband got up from the bed and opened the drawer of his nightstand, realizing that he took out a small bottle that I had never seen before. He poured the liquid from the bottle over my buttocks, caressing my sex with his fingers and hands, running his hands over my buttocks again, inserting one of his fingers into my small hole, making me moan feeling the pleasure along with the pain. Once he finished massaging me, he knelt behind me, thrusting his member into my sex with a swift motion, moving slowly at first, while going in and out of my body.
• "I want you to grab the sheets with your hands and squeeze them with all your strength, I'm going to make you feel the best pleasure that no one has ever given you," he whispered in my ear.
• "Please don't do this, Mark. I don't know what's gotten into you, but I'm not one of the prostitutes you used to visit before we got married," I said, tears falling down my cheeks.