“She’s not my wife or anything.”By now my friend was cupping the bartender’s scrotum with one hand. Her other hand was lightly touching his lo...er belly.“I do what I want,” she said in a husky voice, “I can do it with you, or not. It’s up to you.”The man, still slightly concerned about my presence, looked to me for approval. I shrugged and sat back in my chair. Then he grabbed her by the arm and started leading her away.“You coming?” she asked me with a leer.I shook my head and watched. Kat asks me what about us, I say I have loved you sence the first time I saw you but there is no way I can ever trust you again much less raise his black bastard baby, you came into our bed last night and tried to feed me his cum, then you fucked him in our bed this morning, call tomorrow and let me know where to send your things. Your never stepping foot in my house again, I built that house with my own hands to be our love nest before we were married, you have defiled our place of love and. Her back and butt now red rather than pink, a field of burning marks and welts. At 4,30 he nodded at the clock, Gail changed whips and began again, blood was soon trickling from the tear marks as the pins tore at her soft back, each stroke causing Kelly to scream, each mark a bloody tear in the flesh, tiny but painful. 30 long minutes passed, every minute a stroke, every stroke a red hot torturous tear, blood now running freely as Kelly finally collapsed to hang comatose on the lift. As the. She cradled them in her arms to limit their motion as she walked towards the backyard door. I heard her open the lock and the door creak. I got up and followed her. I still had a stiff morning wood and my dick was tensely erect. She opened the curtain to the toilet cubicle and went in. The small light bulb hanging from a wire in the cubicle's ceiling was on. A few moths had began to circle. I peeked my head in just as she released her bladder. She looked at me with surprise. More at my erection.