“So what will you do?” She looked up at him, amused. “Bring a suit in Chancery? Your Honor, my wife dared to unclothe me. She proceeded to caress my person, with both hands and lips, against our sworn agreement to the contrary.” “Emma, you . . .” “And then”—she gave a theatrical gasp—“the disobedient wench did place her mouth on my engorged staff.” She gave him a slow, exploratory lick. “Jesus.”
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