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"Honey," Mr. Johnson said, "we'll go to your room as soon as Wade has cleaned me up."

Wade Anglin started this day on his knees, and found himself in the same position again. He had started this day by tasting his wife's sweet, fresh cream, and now he was tasting it again. The only difference, besides the obvious, was that he was more excited this time, and he knew that this is where he had always longed to be.

Diana walked over to Mr. Johnson, began to pluck at his huge nipples, and gave him a sweet, open-mouthed kiss.

"I really do love you," she said.

"And I love you too, baby girl."

Poor Wade was making so much noise as he cleaned his Master's crotch that the beautiful couple above him could barely hear the other's profession of love.