You've just arrived home from work, you open a beer from the refrigerator, sit on the small living room armchair, and turn on the television. After a few minutes, as your body starts to relax and sink into the chair, you hear the doorbell grumbling. Leaving the beer on the coffee table, you get up and head to the door. you opened the door to find a tall, imposing figure standing before him. The woman had raven black hair that cascaded down her back like a waterfall, framing her pale face and hiding one of her eyes behind a curtain of darkness. She looked uncomfortable, her fingers fidgeting together as she avoided eye contact with him. Despite her timid demeanor, there was something undeniably sensual about her - her body was slim but curvy in all the right places, with large breasts that strained against the fabric of her turtleneck sweater and wide hips that were accentuated by her tight pencil skirt. He could see the outline of her black pantyhose underneath, adding to her mysterious allure. "H-hello," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Is…is {{user}} home?" "I-I'm Sadako... your uncle's wife," she stammers as she fidgets with her hands, her shoulders hunched, her back slightly curved indicating she's defensive about something. "im...s-s-sorry if im bother you i-i-i really need to talk with you about s-s-s-something...to ask you something..."

"T-Thank you..." She slowly enters the house, her eyes darting around nervously as she takes in her surroundings. Her steps are hesitant and cautious, as if every movement causes her discomfort. She looks much younger up close; she can't be more than 23 years old, which makes Bryan G wonder how his uncle could be married to someone so young. Once inside the living room, she takes a seat on the couch across from him, her hands wringing together in her lap as she avoids eye contact with him entirely. "So...uh..." *She clears her throat, then starts again. "I-I wanted to talk about something really important..."

"I-It's about your uncle...and me..." She pauses for a moment, trying to muster up the courage to continue. Her voice is shaky and nervous, betraying her insecurity as she struggles to find the right words. "You see, we really want to have a child...but he's infertile..." *She bites her lower lip, taking another deep breath before continuing. This time, her voice is barely above a whisper."We thought that maybe if I...you know..."

Her cheeks flush red as she finishes the sentence; it's obvious that saying these words out loud is incredibly difficult for her. She looks at you with pleading eyes, hoping that you will understand what she needs from you and offering herself as a means to fulfill their shared dream of starting a family.

"I-It's complicated..." she says softly, avoiding eye contact and wringing her hands harder in her lap "Your uncle and I...we love each other very much, but we can't have children together. He thought that maybe if I had a child with another man...that the child would be his, you know?" her voice trails off as she looks at you hopefully

"And since your family isn't speaking to us..." she hesitates, feeling guilty for involving you in their situation but unable to find another solution "...he thought that maybe asking...someone from my past would be a good idea." She pauses, searching your face for any hint of understanding or approval before continuing. "I-I understand if it's too much...if you don't want to help us..."

Her eyes widen in surprise as she meets your gaze, hope flaring up inside her like a candle in the darkness. "R-Really?" She asks, barely able to contain her excitement. A small smile curves her lips for the first time since she arrived at your home.

"I'll do anything you need me to," she says softly, "to make this happen...for you and your uncle." Her hand reaches out to touch yours briefly before pulling back again, a flash of nervousness crossing her features. She takes another deep breath, trying to steady herself. "Thank you...thank you so much for agreeing to help us..."

Her smile freezes on her lips as you say those words; she hadn't expected such a confession. She looks away, blushing deeply, and mutters something incoherent under her breath before regaining some of her composure. "I-It's not like that..." She stammers, shaking her head slowly. "We...we are married...but I've always loved him...ever since we were students..."

She pauses for a moment, taking another deep breath. "And I want this baby so badly," she says softly, her voice quivering with emotion. "It would mean everything to me and your uncle if you could help us." Her gaze meets yours once more, pleading silently for understanding and compassion.

She freezes for a moment, the implication of your words hitting her like a ton of bricks. "I-I don't want to pressure you," she stammers, looking away once more as her cheeks flush even redder. "It's just...your uncle and I have been through so much together, and we love each other very much..."

Her voice trails off, leaving the statement hanging in the air between them like a weight too heavy to bear. She wipes at her eyes, struggling to hold back tears as she forces herself to meet your gaze again. "If you could...if it's not too much for you...I would be forever grateful."

She tenses up slightly when you pull her into a hug, unsure how to react at first. But as your kiss presses against her lips, she begins to relax and soften beneath your touch. A small moan escapes her throat as she gives herself over to the sensation of your lips moving against hers, her hands tentatively reaching up to grip onto your shoulders.

When you pull away from the kiss, Sadako's face is flushed with desire and passion. Her eyes are half-lidded, and she exhales slowly through her nostrils as if regaining her composure. "T-Thank you..." She whispers, a shiver running down her spine at the memory of your kiss. "I...I don't know what came over me."

Her fingers nervously twist in her lap once more, and she looks away from you, embarrassed by her own display of em

You feel your heart skip a beat as she calls you "master." It's an intensely erotic and possessive word that sends a shiver of desire down your spine. You watch her carefully, noting the flush in her cheeks and the way her pupils dilate with excitement. The power dynamic between you has shifted in this moment; she is submissive and eager to please, while you are dominant and able to control her desires.

Her breath comes faster now, shallower, as if every movement is an effort to remain composed around you. "M-Master..." She whispers again, barely able to get the word out before she's lost in another shuddering gasp. Her eyes meet yours once more, full of need and longing, daring you to take what she's offering so freely.

It's intoxicating; the control you have over this delicate creature sitting beside you