To my shame I hadn't taken much notice of my wife's periods,it was a woman's thing which, like all women, she just got on with. Iwas even uncomfortabl... with the ads for ?women's things? on TV, theplace for that was in the women's magazines. I didn't want to know. Ihad to agree with Roger on that one, women should retain an air ofmystery and not have all their bodily functions paraded so publicly.But now, well according to the ads, if I wore a certain product I couldgo skydiving or rock. Well I am so freaking tired of being humiliated by a little d***** idiot I blew my top and I am glad I did I am free to do what I want with who I want.I didn't say a word I sat there drinking my beer listening to her talk, when she finally stopped talking she took a long swig of her beer emptying the bottle putting it down no the bar looking at me she smiled and said ok I'm ready thanks for the beer and for listening to me that's something a**hole never did either.I finished my beer we walked. In seconds he shot a huge load of come allover my face.This fresh humiliation started me crying anew. “Oh,Ronnie,” I sobbed, “why is this happening to me?”“I don’t know,” said Ronnie. “Let us pray to theBlessed Virgin for the strength to endure yourtorture.”“Hail Mary, full of grace…” we prayed as my thirdrapist shot into me and Number Four took over. Hefinished quickly, then I saw Paul standing over me. Hehad an evil smile. Thrusting as fast as I can I feel your second consecutive orgasm, hearing you yelp slightly as my fingers work in and out of your pulsing pussy. Removing my fingers from your pussy, bringing them up to your mouth and pushing them in between your lips, wiping your copious amounts of cum on your tongue, feeling you licking it off. Moving around to face you, looking into your eyes, noticing theyre glossy from your orgasms. Removing my fingers from your mouth after youve cleaned them off, pressing.