Wendy Whoppers slammed down the phone and slumped back on the pillow. She didn't look at her watch because Wendy didn't want to know what time it was. Roger lay beside her still oblivious to it all. The bastard had actually slept through it. For a moment she looked at her left hand to make sure Wendy Whoppers hadn't dreamed it all up. Sure enough, there was that glowing diamond on her ring finger and her Rolex on her wrist. Those were the only two items she wore at the moment. In spite of the soreness she felt good inside. Wendy Whoppers felt content and fulfilled and happy and deliciously tired. Her mouth still tasted dry and salty from Roger's generous supply of cum. It was a pleasant taste to her even if it was a bit strange. Wendy couldn't believe how shameless she'd been the previous day and two nights. So far the weekend had been one giant orgy and she'd enjoyed every cunt numbing second of it. She was going to marry this fucking impertinent stud! Eventually she got up to get breakfast. Roger awoke to the smell of rich coffee and tangy bacon. It seemed his nose and stomach were better alarm clocks than mere sounds.