fattening me up so that he can isolate and control me. That couldn’t be true. Could it?He’s so lovely.He drives me to and from work every day.
He knows I have a sweet tooth so brings me chocolates and bottles of pop.At weekends, he treats us to burgers and pizza deliveries and he cooks lots of creamy curries and cakes, too.I think our sex life is fine.
I find him very attractive and always orgasm – in fact, he only has to talk dirty and touch me “down there” and I’m almost on the ceiling.
After sex, I ask him if he’s enjoyed himself. He says, “yes” but then whispers, “I just wish there was a bit more of you to love”.Then he hops out of bed to bring me a milk shake and a massive packet of crisps.
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