I'm sorry for your loss. Your husband was very kind to me while he was alive... I was completely ruined by this man who spoke to me kindly despite my worn-out appearance. I felt so sorry for the master I loved, but now that I know about that aphrodisiac, there's no going back. Fell to a point where I can't get back up. My mind is 100% rejecting it, but my body is seeking that bastard's dick on its own. I'm so sorry, you in heaven. Please forgive me for moaning like this.
