As inevitably expected, my dear wife woke up just as I finished emptying my balls and started pouting, sad at the idea that I didn't wake her up to enjoy the morning "exercise". Unable to argue when faced with her puppy eyes and erect nipples, I found myself "forced" to (re)fill her cunt with her favorite breakfast, (and lunch...and dinner.. and afternoon snack...and... well, you get the idea).
"Sacrifice" accomplished, I let the half-fainted, cum-filled, purring mess rest and head to the shower.
While washing myself I continue planning in my head. First of all, let's review what I know about my new targets.
