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Chapter 23
“Tasks? What task?” becca asked a little confused.
“What else? Main duties of a wife.” Without Joe's cue to pass him by, he immediately took off the clothes he was wearing and threw them in all directions. As if he had no more veins of shame, Joe who was now without a thread was lying on the bed with confidence, while Becca was still silent with her back position. “What are you doing there? Didn't I say, I married you because I needed your help to heal me with massage therapy plus you?”
“Ah, yes.” Sontak Becca turned body. However, his gaze was immediately startled by the appearance of a mustache catfish attached to Joe's body, as if waving at him right then and there. “Jeez why are you so ready? Can't you wear your clothes again?” becca protested while covering her face with her hands, but could still see the scene from between her fingers.
“No. I want full service. What makes you ashamed anyway. I am your legal husband. Sooner or later, you will show yourself to me. Anyway I'm sure, all this time you've seen various forms of manhood other men on the outside who become your customers.” Joe then changed the position to tilt and bend the hand to support his head. “Originally you know. Even though Johnny failed to stand up, but I'm still good at satisfying women. Would you like to try it?” joe asked while playing his fingers flirtatiously.
“Strade basis. Wait here for a minute then.” Don't want to be too dizzy with Joe's attitude. Becca shook her head and chose to pick up some of the supplies she needed to massage Joe.
Like providing service at work, Becca lights a therapeutic scent candle first and places it on a small table available in the room for the aroma to spread in all directions. Only then did Becca get on the bed right next to Joe.
“You don't want to change clothes first? Though I have prepared a uniform that is more grandiose than yours before.” protest Joe saw where Becca was still wearing long sleeping pajamas like before.
“No. After all, I work with both hands, not my body. Snoring up! I will massage your head first, so you get sane quickly,” said Becca Ketus.
“Why not just work on Si Johny?”
“So you said you wanted full service. It's best not to ask a lot and enjoy it, Mr. Jonathan who is highly motivated!”
“Cold female basis,” murmured Joe. He had to obey what Becca ordered.
Becca remained focused on massaging one part of Joe's body. Is it true that men with this stout body have impaired virility function, or is it just an excuse. Maybe Becca should test it out first, where knows Joe's just talking about it.
Slowly Becca took off the top of her clothes, deliberately doing this to test the severity of Johny. “Reverse!” He then ordered Joe to change positions.
Jonathan was surprised, presented with two medium-sized mounds that are only a few inches from his face. Both are covered only by a blue lacy glass cloth that supports them not to fall directly down.
With a cold expression, Becca clearly saw admiration in Joe's eyes. However, as the woman's gaze turned downward, it seemed Si Johny really had a problem in a serious stage. It looked like it was twitching a few times. However, he did not show any signs of his life. That caused Becca to shake her head slightly, lamenting the fate of a Jonathan who turned out to have such a severe weakness.
“Why is Johny seloyo?” becca asked to look at Joe who seemed unblinking. He also sounded clucking a few times. “Stage end. Looks like you should give up and turn her into Madame V only.” Becca quipped.
“Only when talking. He did his job once. That's why I asked you to help me heal him,” Joe protested while closing Johnny who was played by Becca's nosy hands.
“If he ever worked? Why didn't you do the same thing you did to the same person? How knows he's reacting again. With which woman did you play? Let me find it for you.”
Jonathan is silent, it is impossible for him to admit that he has raped a woman who is none other than Becca herself. In addition to the risk of Becca will be angry, but also Joe is not ready if later Becca instead runs away from him. At least later, if the woman is completely dependent on him, then he will confess what sins Joe has done so far.
“I don't remember.” replied Joe briefly. He chooses to switch the conversation, lucky Becca does not seem to remember or know the events of the night. “Can you help me cut hair on that part? They've started to grow, and it's very laughable. I didn't have time to trim it earlier.”
“What?”
