The Love of a Duda Employer

PUNISHMENT

Rumanah let out a long sigh and gulped her saliva roughly. Her heart was racing as her husband looked at her sharply and compassionately. Slowly the handsome man got on the bed and approached his tense wife.

"Darling, because you made a mistake today. Then I will punish you until you are deterred!" whispered Andre while playing his fingers on the beautiful face of his wife.

Rumanah seemed to close her eyes and bite her lower lip holding back the amused. "I–iya, sir." she replied.

"Hmmmm, if so..." Andre plays his fingers on his wife's flat stomach. "Massage my whole body!" his orders without rebuttal.

"Huhhh???" Rumanah looked shocked. While the husband had thrown his body in a prone state.

"Why? You don't want to?" insist Andre, turning his face and staring fiercely at the wife.

Rumanah nodded quickly. "No no no no no!" he changed his sitting position. "Of course I would, sir!" she said as she began to move her hands and massaged her husband's small back.

"Hmmm, great! Do it well and right. Maybe I need two hours to enjoy this massage, darling," replied Andre, closing his eyes.

"What's? Two hours?" Rumanah looked dumbstruck at the words of her husband.

"Why again? You want to protest?" insist Andre.

"Oh, no! I mean why not three hours, sir. That must be so much fun!" refute Rumanah while smiling forcedly.

Andre smiled slightly and opened his eyes. "If you don't mind. So, I think that's a good idea. Hmmmmm," he said which managed to make Rumanah stunned.

"What's? Crazy for three hours. Hello, he doesn't know that this wife is a special woman. Huwaaaa, for the rest of my life, just this time I massaged the human body," the great-grandson of Rumanah in heart.

"Darling, why are you quiet? Don't you know how to massage well and correctly?" asked Andre with a lot of pressure.

Rumanah looked terjang terjang shocked and was forced to leave his daydream.

"Ah, no Sir. Not that, I just feel a little confused, how to refrain myself from not .. emh, no, that's not what I mean. But—"

"Not much chirping, Rumanah!" andre's great-grandson who seemed to suppress his every utterance.

Rumanah appeared to round her eyes full. "What's? A rumanah? You mention my name, sir? Aaaaaa, this is a very rare and impressive thing!" exclaimed the beautiful woman while punching her husband's small back.

Andre smiled thinly as he turned his body into a supine position facing his wife. "Do you want me to call you that? You happy with a formal call like that?" insinuations.

Rumanah fell silent while smiling awkwardly. His heart was pounding, sweat as if he did not want to lose to anyone. In the room it was very cold with AC. But why does it feel so useless to the woman who is tense.

Yes, how he is not tense, while now he is faced with a view that makes any woman will be difficult to swallow saliva and sudden shortness of breath.

"Astogeh! Why should he turn around. Huh, that's! My eyes should not be neat and still focus on looking at his handsome face that always rushes me to enjoy his whole body," Rumanah's cerocos in heart.

"Hmmm, it looks like it would be interesting if I let her get excited. I want to see him withhold the desire that befell him" Andre said in his heart.

Andre smiled amusedly and looked at his wife's reddened face tense and unsettled, like she was holding something back.

"Of course darling, I will always call you with a sweet and loving call" replied Andre as he gently rubbed his wife's pretty face.

Rumanah simply smiled stiffly and lowered her face. "Sir, you're not angry, are you?" tanyanya while slightly rolling her eyes looked at the handsome face of her husband. "If so, finish the punishment" he continued half sulking.

Andre rolled his eyeballs and stared flatly at his wife. "No! Punishment is still punishment. Don't bid, Annabelle. Hurry up and execute your punishment. Massage my whole body for three hours!" his seemingly suppressing answer was every word.

Rumanah seemed to round her eyes full and throw her breath heavily. "Hummm, fine, sir." she replied resignedly.

Andre pulled the corner of his right lip while rolling his eyeballs. Then he closed his eyes ready to receive a massage from his wife.

"Sir, my right hand .. Her ring finger still hurts a little. So, sorry if the massage is less strong," said Rumanah who seemed to have massaged her husband's right hand.

"I don't care, Belle. Anyway you just massage my whole body, yeah!" sternly Andre without opening his eyes.

Rumanah nodded small. "Huffft, it really sucks! Do I need to massage his sharp weapons as well? Jesus," she was great-granddaughter in my heart.

Not wanting to take a headache, Rumanah continued to massage without talking. Every now and then her bead eyes glanced at her husband's sharp weapon that seemed to be asleep.

"Don't let me get excited about the massage. I want him to hold back his desire. Hmmm," said Andre in his heart.

Gluey!

Rumanah gulped her gulp violently as she stared at the sharp weapon extream that became her favorite. "Duh, ngejengkelin is so bad! I hope this hand has a disc brake. Do not let my hand touch the hairy snake" he said in his heart.

"Right massage, darling. Have you not had breakfast? Why not power at all?" sindir Andre opened his eyes.

Rumanah looked furthest in shock and as soon as possible she threw her face into the air. Pretending not to notice anything in front of him.

"Emh, this is already strong, sir. How else, my hand—" not until Rumanah finished his speech, Andre quickly interrupted him.

"Srsstttt!" Andre put his index finger on his wife's tiny lips. "Not many reasons! I just want you to massage with love and affection" he said, staring intently at his wife's bead.

Rumanah nodded. He went back to the strength he had raised.

"Move dong, baby. Don't just be there." Andre asked with great urgency.

Rumanah rolled her eyes lazily. "Yes" he answered briefly.

SERIATE...