There’s a connection there, a sense of shared responsibility toward our husbands. Greg puts his arm around me and pulls me into him. Gay sex Still, I think, that vow was to honor and obey, and how could anyone deny that that is what I’m doing? I watch them kiss passionately. I feel frustrated – I hadn’t planned on a guest when preparing dinner, and I’ll have to stop back at the store right then if I am to have time to shower and prepare for Greg before he gets home. But I’m ready by the time Greg comes home with our guest, who I’m somehow not surprised to see is Pastor Carl. Praise God!” I say and Pastor Carl holds my ankles as he rams his rod into me and unloads. When we’re out in public I know not to let my attention wander, especially not toward other men. Greg has explained to me, time and again, that he is like God to me, in that I am his property, to be used as he wishes. Even still, I feel flustered by the time we make our way to where Pastor Carl stands, greeting parishioners with his beautiful wife and three children.
