On Saturday he took me from behind while I was peeling potatoes.

On Sunday he got on top of me and the bed shook with every thrust.

On Monday he was tired, so sat yawning before taking a book to bed.

On Tuesday he pressed my face into the pillows and knelt between my legs.

On Wednesday he lay back, waiting for me to take the initiative.

On Thursday he got very drunk and made use of every orifice.

I don’t want to talk about Friday.

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