I definitely caught that. She had no idea what Ezra had been pumping into me… Or maybe she did. Could she sense the way he had my wrists tied in purple bondage tape while I kneeled on the carpet and pounded into my mouth before he ate then fucked me into oblivion? Was she able to detect how my freakish husband bestowed more orgasms than I’d ever had in the course of two hours after we enjoyed a quiet candlelit dinner together? Had she picked up that each time I allowed Ezra to take me in some of the most barbaric ways, I’d oddly feel more empowered and feminine?
