Mr. Vandella hasn't been "cutting the mustard" as of late and professional help was in order. I dragged my good-for-nothing husband down so that Dr. Jack Napier could offer his service since my hubby was lacking in the bedroom. I made sure to wear my skankiest outfit to show off my cleavage as I verbally tore into the limp white meat I married. Dr. Napier's radical remedy of having me become his fuck slave was the only cure. Mr.Vandella sat like a dummy while I gagged and spat on the black behem