"Bitch!' Roger slapped his wife. "Whore!' He slapped her again. He was angry that his favorite shirt hadn't been ironed. Just one of the many things he had to put up with. His wife Janice tried to feebly defend herself by putting up her arms, begging him to stop. She hoped he would stop before he sent her to the hospital again.
Kelly's wish happened.
The huge hairy man easily blocked Roger's arm, then seized it to force him down on his knees. Johnny unzipped his pants, freeing the magnificent, and at the moment very hard, penis that had not existed a few seconds ago. "You my bitch now." he grinned. "Show me you know how to make me happy." Roger licked his lips in anticipation of pleasing his hunky, dominant lover. After that, he would iron Johnny's shirt.