Sexy Bodyguard Jack
Madness

A few minutes have passed, but my work is not done yet. I remembered what James had said that day, perhaps this was his *ex activity that had been a few times for today - - one he had experienced all day, so it's taking me a long time to make himself subjugated?

My hands and jaw were sore, while the mentally ill man continued to enjoy my service. She endlessly dodged the delicious* with an expression that made me feel disgusted.

"You're pretty good, Rose," he said, I felt his palms on top of my head while his mouth continued to babble. "You're like an experienced girl pleasing men. If I hadn't tried to believe you, I would've judged you an *alang."

Upset, I took my mouth off her. "Can you please don't talk too much? I'm not comfortable, please?"

"OK, okay. Alright. Come on, go on again, honey."

I swear, I suspect that the thing I'm now touching was dyed somewhere else before James returned to the apartment. But with whom? Does he have another wife? Who called him Pa?

To be honest, I don't care if James has another wife besides me. I don't care if I'm being cheated on by him. But if I was made second?

Honestly, I don't care either, but don't make myself the destroyer of happiness of James' first wife, or any wife before me.

And other than that thought, what made me insecure was: after the navel was used elsewhere, had she washed it first? Do not let it not be washed first and now it goes directly into my mouth.

I'm disgusted, God....

"Ssssssh.. ukh! Continue, Honey. In a moment, we're coming. Uhh! Geez, geez, ouch! Let go, let go, honey."

Oh finally, my mind. I let go of him and felt relieved.

However, the relief instantly dissipated as James got off the counter and said, "Cuase down!"

"What?" I'm slack.

"Don't ask too many questions. Hurry up."

"But, My James...."

"Hurry now!" He pushed me until I was face down at the counter, waiting for*, behind him.

It hurts my heart. Again you deny your words, James....

My feelings were shattered when James pointed himself at me. I'm claustrophobic about holding back anger. But like my relief that was instantly gone, now my anger was instantly gone and even changed into confusion. I thought James was going to force himself on me, though not entirely wrong, but not entirely right. It's not what I expected. James did not immerse himself perfectly in me. He just went in a little bit. Only the end of himself. He did that to get his white liquid into my uterus.

You know, for a second, what just happened made me think that I was actually a virgin, and I felt like James was just playing a sneaky game that had no idea what it was. But I quickly dismissed that thought.

Don't get your hopes up, Rose. If your expectations do not match the reality, then it will be very painful.

"Well, done. Keep on leaning in, honey. Let my soldiers come in and fight. Okay well? Who knows if one of them will be our junior. I'm looking forward to your son." He kissed my forehead, then stroked my *assault. "Fight for the lives of my soldiers. Spirit."

Cuneiform! Motherfucker! You're nuts! Fucking psychopaths....

"Wait a few minutes. Stay like that. You can only stand firm when they're all in."

Up yours. Whatever....

Sleeked. I held back the crying. While James, cheerfully stepping under the shower, turned the faucet and took a shower. After the bath was over, she smiled at me who was still lying face down at the sink counter.

Yeah, I look stupid and stupid for obeying James' orders, as well as against him. Secretly, as I could, I tried to move, hoping that what she left at the door of my womb, came out and fell to the floor. I don't want to get pregnant and contain seeds from her.

"Wait a minute, yeah," said James. He grabbed a towel and came out of the bathroom. A few minutes after that, after a long silence, he gawked back into the bathroom and said, "I think that's enough. You can shower now. Don't be long, yeah. I'm already hungry. You're cooking a side dish for me, aren't you?"

I who was standing straight nodded my head. "Yes" I said.

"OKAY. Quickly shower. I can't wait to taste your cooking."

James passed, I immediately closed the bathroom door and locked it, then stepped under the shower. Pissing-wishing that the seeds he had just put in flowed out of my body.

Please, Lord, don't let me contain the seed of that mentally ill man. Help me....

"Rose, hurry," James exclaimed from behind the door a few minutes later. He knocked on the bathroom door hard. I know, in a moment the angry character will return. So, to be free from his anger, I quickly finished my bath.

When I came out, James was leaning on the headboard and playing with his phone. He had already changed clothes, wearing only a t-shirt and casual pants. I can tell you, the man must have had his men buy him new clothes, or he had a change of clothes in his car. That one he was wearing was not Bang Jack's outfit.

"I'm already hungry. Hurry, yeah."

"Please" I said.

He's nodding. "Switch your hair" he ordered. "We ate together. I'll be waiting. You have five minutes."

Hmm. a lot of her wants. But I can't oppose it. I quickly returned to the room and combed my hair, all taking and wearing underwear. And, before hearing James' scream, I hurriedly returned to the kitchen and had dinner with him.

"Taste you good. Delicious. I don't think it's hard to adjust my tongue to the taste of your cooking. Seriously, this is delicious." James has tasted all the dishes I've cooked.

I smiled, a little forced. "Thank you for the compliment, My James."

He smiled back, then nodded. "By the way, I have one question."

Oh my, I'm nervous. "What-what's that?"

"If you had a chance and a choice to part with me...."

The deg!

Is he going to divorce me?

"If only, it didn't mean I'd divorce you. Nnnnope. It's not like that at all. The concept is that you have that chance, that chance to leave me, whatever the factor, maybe there's another man, the man you love and can take you away, are you going to go with him? And you're willing to leave me for her? Please, answer my question. Honestly."

I'll take that chance. But how could I possibly answer yes, how could I possibly be honest with you. It's looking dead its name.

"My answer is, Rose."

I'm shaking.

"You're not being honest. Your eyes answered my question. You will choose to leave. I know it. Aye, right?"

And I'm getting freaked out. I could feel my hands trembling and I had to remove the spoon from my hands. Now I rema* my hand under the table.

"It's okay. I know that's your answer. You will sacrifice our marriage for love. But, Rose, didn't your parents teach you to return the favor? Thank God, and thank the people who helped and saved you? Your parents didn't teach you that?"

Don't blame my father, James. But circumstances....

"You remember, right, I was the one who saved you? What's my fault that you can't uphold our loyalty and keep our marriage holy? I saved you, and I want your love, as well as your loyalty in return. Am I wrong?"

Is wrong! Clearly wrong! That's wrong, James. Love is not to be used. Not to return the favor.

"One more question. If my seed grew in your womb, and she was born into this world, would you still choose to leave if someone asked you to elope? Obviously you won't be able to take my son. Would you leave your child to live with another man?"

This time I shook my head. "No, My James" I argue. "If I have a child, he is everything to me. I'm not going to trade it for anything. I won't leave him for anything. It won't."

"That means you'll live with me forever?"

I'm nodding.

"good. The key to my happiness is in my son. With children, I will have a full life. You'll never leave me."

That's why I don't want to get your child pregnant.

"Rose, even if you have a chance to escape my son, please don't do that, huh? Living with others is not good. A child is better off living with his father and his birth mother, right? Her uncle and aunt wouldn't necessarily love her, let alone her stepfather, would they?"

Whats?

I choked. Really, I feel shunned. James really knows everything.

"Oh my God" he murmured. He pushed the glass in front of my mouth. "Drink this. I'm sorry if my words startle you."

Argha! You're a bitch, James....

"Sorry, yes, honey?"

Quailed. I nodded, and drank the water from the glass.