Mlly's husband will of course fight back.
No man will put his wife under the covetousness of others.
Mlly's husband held an event at home to welcome Mlly.
Many wealthy businessmen in Italy were invited, of course, except for Caesar's father.
The phone call came when Caesar was about to set out for the southern countryside, and my father was still not fully awake.He got angry at Caesar.
Caesar connected the phone to Bluetooth and set off in a car.
He won't be late for meeting with Grace.
The car drove all the way to the southern countryside, and my father's voice was broadcast and amplified by the sound of the good-quality vehicle.
Caesar could even hear every breath and tremor of his father.
Father: Doesn’t she feel any guilt towards me?
Caesar: She agreed to your divorce and did not take you a penny.
Then she shouldn't stimulate me like this now!
She just returned to Italy to marry someone else, and it was you who took the initiative to contact her.
Shouldn't she come back to see you?
Caesar's voice had become very cold: I was not there that day.
My father's thoughts were chaotic and confused, and Caesar no longer wanted to get into trouble with him.He knew that his father might be obsessed with more than affection, and obsession means that the more he dissuaded, the stronger he became.
We'll contact you when you're more awake.Caesar said.
But my father suddenly became furious:
I know, you treat me like a lunatic now!Look down on me.
I don't.
Why don't you?Father sneered, you think I'm drunk, Caesar, I tell you, I'm awake than ever!
Caesar took a long breath and said: Is that true? Then you can go and check out the fleet report I sent you to see what I have done in the fleet now.That is the most important thing now.
The most important thing?My father laughed intermittently on the other end of the phone.
In the carriage, the laughter was depressing and cold.
Father said: Caesar, those are not the most important things, and neither are you.If you are not Mlly's kid, I don't care at all who you are or what you are doing.
The phone hangs up very simply, and the car Bluetooth began to continue playing the radio music.
The sun is very bright today, and the road conditions outside the car windows are clear.
But Caesar felt very cold.
He rarely feels this way.
Time is coming, and he promised that the meeting he would go to Grace would definitely take place.
…………
Grace didn't ask about his past.
He hadn't asked Grace either.
On the one hand, he felt at first that they would not last long, so as long as the past does not affect the present, he would not need to know it, which would only increase his worries.
On the other hand, he respects everyone's past and also wants his past to be respected.
He hadn't practiced it with anyone before meeting Grace.
His needs can be met online, and many times, he seems very demanding.
Therefore, all Caesar's knowledge about practice comes from theory.But he didn't think there was anything wrong with this.
Everyone’s practice should be like everyone, without templates or dogmas.
Like Chen Sirong, Caesar also has his own practical preferences.
He never practiced it until Chen Sirong said that.
Please do your favorite practice.
The best sunshine at noon completely enveloped his Grace.
She lay on the railing halfway high, naked.
The long black hair hangs from the shoulders to the lumbar muscles, and everything is revealed between the slender legs.
And in his hand, he was holding the black belt that had just been untied from his waist.
The silver buckle folded with the end and held it between his palm.
The arched leather arc at the other end is quietly pressing against Chen Sirong's buttocks.
The soft and plump buttocks look more round and straight when standing.
Chen Sirong's arm holding the handrail tightened, waiting quietly for the master's practice.
The first whip fell below Chen Sirong's left hip.
The belt has a small contact area, so the pain is concentrated and sharp. The buttocks feel cold in an instant and become hot in the next second.
Chen Sirong warned himself to be patient.
She was quiet and silent, without making any sound.
After a period of time, the owner dropped a second whip.
The same position, the greater force.
The heart began to wrinkle rapidly, and Chen Sirong opened her mouth and drew a lot of oxygen from her mouth.
Soon, the third whip fell.
It is above Chen Sirong's right hip.
The fat above is not as abundant as the bottom, so there is no buffer for the pain caused by the fall of the belt.
Chen Sirong couldn't help but overflow.
The owner's belt stopped.
Chen Sirong gritted her teeth and said softly: Grace is OK.
So, the fourth whip, the fifth whip...
The owner began to shoot on Chen Sirong's buttocks at a constant speed.
The sharp, unimaginable pain caused the body to lose control and tremble. Chen Sirong's upper body was almost completely attached to the railing so that it would not slide down.
She bit her teeth tightly, confirming that her master must have been relieved from it at this moment.
Because the fallen belts are more firmer and more refreshing.
Just like someone who is obsessed with food, the next bite will always be more hesitant and more instinctive than the previous bite.
The belt stopped in a scream from Chen Sirong.
Her body was almost sliding down from the railing, her legs shaking slightly bent.
The owner stopped the belt.
Chen Sirong stood up slowly again.
In practice, Sub is responsible for its own safety.
If you can't stand it, say your own safe words.Dm will stop acting.
And if you remain silent, all actions are considered to be allowed by Sub.
The owner stayed for a longer time this time, but Chen Sirong's answer came quickly.
Her voice was very thin, almost like a blown cotton thread in the wind.
Master, please... continue.
Grace can.
The belt then continued to fall on the buttocks that had been filled with pain, and Chen Sirong couldn't find any corner to breathe.But she forced herself to persevere no matter what.
The sound of the sea could no longer be heard clearly, and Chen Sirong also closed her eyes tightly.
All senses are closed as much as possible to leave enough energy to withstand the master's practice.
Chen Sirong thought of the owner's soft fingers stirring between her lips and teeth.
Chen Sirong thought of the powerful arm that his master pulled her into his arms.
Chen Sirong thought of her master's gentle touching of her palm afterwards.
Chen Sirong thought of his master's kiss.
The clean lips and tongue tangled, and there was only the sound of water.
Thinking of the owner saying My dear Grace.
Of course, I also thought of that time, that person failed.
Blood flowed down her legs into the crimson carpet and she turned into a broken doll.
The owner called her: velvet, velvet.
Chen Sirong.
Chen Sirong!
Chen Sirong woke up from the slumber, and she was in a warm embrace.
She didn't open her eyes, and the voice came from her mouth and nose:
Owner?
Chen Sirong, why don’t you say safe words!?
Chen Sirong heard the owner's voice face to face for the first time, but her thoughts were still floating, so she could not hear it completely.
Chen Sirong!The master called her again, and the doctor would arrive in a while.
But Chen Sirong was not listening to his master.
She only felt that the master was hugging him tightly, and she was hugging the master tightly.
Is the practice over?
It should be over.
Otherwise, how could the master hug her like this?
His body was so heavy that he could not move, but Chen Sirong still struggled to squeeze out some strength.
She spoke softly and asked:
Master, do you like the practice just now?Did Grace perform well?
Are the master a little happier now?
No man will put his wife under the covetousness of others.
Mlly's husband held an event at home to welcome Mlly.
Many wealthy businessmen in Italy were invited, of course, except for Caesar's father.
The phone call came when Caesar was about to set out for the southern countryside, and my father was still not fully awake.He got angry at Caesar.
Caesar connected the phone to Bluetooth and set off in a car.
He won't be late for meeting with Grace.
The car drove all the way to the southern countryside, and my father's voice was broadcast and amplified by the sound of the good-quality vehicle.
Caesar could even hear every breath and tremor of his father.
Father: Doesn’t she feel any guilt towards me?
Caesar: She agreed to your divorce and did not take you a penny.
Then she shouldn't stimulate me like this now!
She just returned to Italy to marry someone else, and it was you who took the initiative to contact her.
Shouldn't she come back to see you?
Caesar's voice had become very cold: I was not there that day.
My father's thoughts were chaotic and confused, and Caesar no longer wanted to get into trouble with him.He knew that his father might be obsessed with more than affection, and obsession means that the more he dissuaded, the stronger he became.
We'll contact you when you're more awake.Caesar said.
But my father suddenly became furious:
I know, you treat me like a lunatic now!Look down on me.
I don't.
Why don't you?Father sneered, you think I'm drunk, Caesar, I tell you, I'm awake than ever!
Caesar took a long breath and said: Is that true? Then you can go and check out the fleet report I sent you to see what I have done in the fleet now.That is the most important thing now.
The most important thing?My father laughed intermittently on the other end of the phone.
In the carriage, the laughter was depressing and cold.
Father said: Caesar, those are not the most important things, and neither are you.If you are not Mlly's kid, I don't care at all who you are or what you are doing.
The phone hangs up very simply, and the car Bluetooth began to continue playing the radio music.
The sun is very bright today, and the road conditions outside the car windows are clear.
But Caesar felt very cold.
He rarely feels this way.
Time is coming, and he promised that the meeting he would go to Grace would definitely take place.
…………
Grace didn't ask about his past.
He hadn't asked Grace either.
On the one hand, he felt at first that they would not last long, so as long as the past does not affect the present, he would not need to know it, which would only increase his worries.
On the other hand, he respects everyone's past and also wants his past to be respected.
He hadn't practiced it with anyone before meeting Grace.
His needs can be met online, and many times, he seems very demanding.
Therefore, all Caesar's knowledge about practice comes from theory.But he didn't think there was anything wrong with this.
Everyone’s practice should be like everyone, without templates or dogmas.
Like Chen Sirong, Caesar also has his own practical preferences.
He never practiced it until Chen Sirong said that.
Please do your favorite practice.
The best sunshine at noon completely enveloped his Grace.
She lay on the railing halfway high, naked.
The long black hair hangs from the shoulders to the lumbar muscles, and everything is revealed between the slender legs.
And in his hand, he was holding the black belt that had just been untied from his waist.
The silver buckle folded with the end and held it between his palm.
The arched leather arc at the other end is quietly pressing against Chen Sirong's buttocks.
The soft and plump buttocks look more round and straight when standing.
Chen Sirong's arm holding the handrail tightened, waiting quietly for the master's practice.
The first whip fell below Chen Sirong's left hip.
The belt has a small contact area, so the pain is concentrated and sharp. The buttocks feel cold in an instant and become hot in the next second.
Chen Sirong warned himself to be patient.
She was quiet and silent, without making any sound.
After a period of time, the owner dropped a second whip.
The same position, the greater force.
The heart began to wrinkle rapidly, and Chen Sirong opened her mouth and drew a lot of oxygen from her mouth.
Soon, the third whip fell.
It is above Chen Sirong's right hip.
The fat above is not as abundant as the bottom, so there is no buffer for the pain caused by the fall of the belt.
Chen Sirong couldn't help but overflow.
The owner's belt stopped.
Chen Sirong gritted her teeth and said softly: Grace is OK.
So, the fourth whip, the fifth whip...
The owner began to shoot on Chen Sirong's buttocks at a constant speed.
The sharp, unimaginable pain caused the body to lose control and tremble. Chen Sirong's upper body was almost completely attached to the railing so that it would not slide down.
She bit her teeth tightly, confirming that her master must have been relieved from it at this moment.
Because the fallen belts are more firmer and more refreshing.
Just like someone who is obsessed with food, the next bite will always be more hesitant and more instinctive than the previous bite.
The belt stopped in a scream from Chen Sirong.
Her body was almost sliding down from the railing, her legs shaking slightly bent.
The owner stopped the belt.
Chen Sirong stood up slowly again.
In practice, Sub is responsible for its own safety.
If you can't stand it, say your own safe words.Dm will stop acting.
And if you remain silent, all actions are considered to be allowed by Sub.
The owner stayed for a longer time this time, but Chen Sirong's answer came quickly.
Her voice was very thin, almost like a blown cotton thread in the wind.
Master, please... continue.
Grace can.
The belt then continued to fall on the buttocks that had been filled with pain, and Chen Sirong couldn't find any corner to breathe.But she forced herself to persevere no matter what.
The sound of the sea could no longer be heard clearly, and Chen Sirong also closed her eyes tightly.
All senses are closed as much as possible to leave enough energy to withstand the master's practice.
Chen Sirong thought of the owner's soft fingers stirring between her lips and teeth.
Chen Sirong thought of the powerful arm that his master pulled her into his arms.
Chen Sirong thought of her master's gentle touching of her palm afterwards.
Chen Sirong thought of his master's kiss.
The clean lips and tongue tangled, and there was only the sound of water.
Thinking of the owner saying My dear Grace.
Of course, I also thought of that time, that person failed.
Blood flowed down her legs into the crimson carpet and she turned into a broken doll.
The owner called her: velvet, velvet.
Chen Sirong.
Chen Sirong!
Chen Sirong woke up from the slumber, and she was in a warm embrace.
She didn't open her eyes, and the voice came from her mouth and nose:
Owner?
Chen Sirong, why don’t you say safe words!?
Chen Sirong heard the owner's voice face to face for the first time, but her thoughts were still floating, so she could not hear it completely.
Chen Sirong!The master called her again, and the doctor would arrive in a while.
But Chen Sirong was not listening to his master.
She only felt that the master was hugging him tightly, and she was hugging the master tightly.
Is the practice over?
It should be over.
Otherwise, how could the master hug her like this?
His body was so heavy that he could not move, but Chen Sirong still struggled to squeeze out some strength.
She spoke softly and asked:
Master, do you like the practice just now?Did Grace perform well?
Are the master a little happier now?
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