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scored—since he asked her to marry her
the next day.
    Since then, they’d developed something of a
“Master/slave” type of relationship when it came to sex. At first,
he switched between back and front, giving both sides equal time.
Since then, he’d become something of an expert, and now he punished
her at a ratio of about three to one boobs to butt. Since
everything colored up the same, and her cries and whimpers didn’t
change from one side to the other, the draw had to have been the
view. The way her titties bounced and the sight of her nipples
drawing painfully tight the more he punished them always suckered
him into some passionate sucking and biting when it came time for
the finale.
    But Marc wasn’t the only one that enjoyed it.
While Jeri still got off on that occasional bottom beating, she’d
grown to prefer the time he spent on her tits, not only because of
the way it felt, but because she loved to watch him play.
    At the moment, however, he just gave her
naked tits an obligatory glance. His weak smile said his heart
wasn’t in it—at least not yet. Pulling her shirt the rest of the
way off, she looked down at the desk and the scribbled sketches in
front of him. She put her palms on the desktop on either side of
the sketches, pretending to study them, shifting her weight from
one hand to the other just enough so her breasts swayed in front of
him. “Still no ideas huh?”
    Marc simply shook his head, muttered another
curse beneath his breath, and kicked at the box of assorted kitchen
gadgets at his feet. “This stuff is as exciting as watching weeds
grow. How in heck am I supposed to come up with an ad campaign for
a bunch of over-priced kitchen gadgets when people hardly buy the
low-priced ones? With all the clients we have, why’d I get stuck
with this one?”
    Jeri leaned closer, blocking his view with
her boobs. Her nipples had hardened noticeably since she’d let them
out. She pressed a rigid nub against his lips. His frown faded as
he took the offering. At first he just drew the tip of his tongue
over the pebbled flesh, but it didn’t take him long to get greedy,
closing his teeth roughly into the outer edges of her areola and
suckling away as much of his frustration as her puckered flesh
could stand.
    Having taken her bait, Marc’s hand closed on
Jeri’s other breast, his fingers burying deep, squeezing and
kneading just hard enough to cause a twinge of dull pain. She
concentrated on the sweet and sour sensations of pain and pleasure
as she pressed his face deeper and ran her fingers lightly through
his hair. After a particularly enthusiastic nip and suck that made
her gasp, she tried to peer into the box of “Kitchen Delights
Brand” gadgets, a wicked idea forming in the more playful part of
her mind. His enthusiasm was getting the better of her, though, and
she gave up the search, settling instead on the clothespin he used
as a document clip. She smiled mischievously and slowly pulled the
moist tip from her husband’s greedy lips.
    He grabbed her nipple and tugged her back
toward him, trying to hold on. Jeri simply pulled back harder,
enjoying the brief pain of his fingernails dragging across the
tight wrinkles as her nipple elongated and finally slipped free.
Before he could protest, she snatched the clothespin from the small
pile of notes. She let the wooden clamp snap closed on her left
nipple then bobbled her freshly-decorated breast in front of his
face.
    “Maybe you just need something to inspire
you, hon’.” Jeri slapped his hand playfully when he reached for the
bulging nub then pulled the clothespin, stretching her nipple out
until the pin snapped free. “Are the juices flowing yet, love”
    Once again, Marc reached for her breasts.
“Oh, the juices are flowing alright, but not necessarily the right
ones.”
    “Then...” Her grin got wider as she tossed
the clothespin aside and snatched a fancy looking white and grey
clamp from inside the box, having spotted it just