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The Lord of Sleep from the Land of Nod was unable to give Sweet Sabine, my wife the spy, a Mothers Day gift worthy of her lusciousness. So he tracked her movements and caught her unawares a few evenings after Mothers Day while Agent Husband was off on a secret mission. As Sabine tried on the new latex outfit that Agent Husband had surprised her with over the weekend, Lord Morpheus made his way into their suburban lair, soaked his cotton wad and watched Sabine modeling in her bedroom. As Sabine sat on her king size bed, taking selfies for Agent Husband, she took a sip of her wine and a deep drag on her cigarette, never noticing Lord Morpheus quietly pad into the room, and stand before her. As she took another pull on her cigarette she suddenly caught a whiff of chlorof-MMMMMPPPHHHH!!!! Lord Morpheus fell upon the busty petite spy, reveling in her fighting, struggling and muffled screams. His massive hand held the chloroform soaked cotton wad over her face as she kicked and punched his massive frame. Soon, her struggling subsided, and he began his favorite task of binding the slumbering sultry spy. He made sure to take several hundred pictures of his long evening with Sabine.

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The Lord of Sleep from the Land of Nod was unable to give Sweet Sabine, my wife the spy, a Mothers Day gift worthy of her lusciousness. So he tracked her movements and caught her unawares a few evenings after Mothers Day while Agent Husband was off on a secret mission. As Sabine tried on the new latex outfit that Agent Husband had surprised her with over the weekend, Lord Morpheus made his way into their suburban lair, soaked his cotton wad and watched Sabine modeling in her bedroom. As Sabine sat on her king size bed, taking selfies for Agent Husband, she took a sip of her wine and a deep drag on her cigarette, never noticing Lord Morpheus quietly pad into the room, and stand before her. As she took another pull on her cigarette she suddenly caught a whiff of chlorof-MMMMMPPPHHHH!!!! Lord Morpheus fell upon the busty petite spy, reveling in her fighting, struggling and muffled screams. His massive hand held the chloroform soaked cotton wad over her face as she kicked and punched his massive frame. Soon, her struggling subsided, and he began his favorite task of binding the slumbering sultry spy. He made sure to take several hundred pictures of his long evening with Sabine.