There was a crescent shaped scar that I somehow knew was from a broken bottle. Bar room brawl or sadistic lover, the scar had a story all it's own, I ...as sure. I wasn't sure if it was better than the story that accompanied the bruises on her wrists. It looked as if she was just recovering from a nasty rope burn. There was another variety of burn on her shoulder-blade. As she'd slid out of her coat, baring her shoulders earlier, I'd noticed what looked like a brand etched into her with a coat. Glenn was focused on my wife. I watched as he played and teased the tip, all the while touching his balls. It was long before I asked. “Can I suck you?” A simple, “Yeah,” was replied, as Glenn moved his chair slightly back. Down to my knees I went. I love being on my knees. I would much rather be on my knees than between my wife, which is probably why we don’t have a lot of sex, and if we do it’s usually ‘matter of fact,’ or clean up duties after she’s been fucked by Mark. Both of my. "And don't forget the ointment on my bum."I cover her with baby powder, then uncap the ointment tube and have her spread her legs so I can sit between them. I tell her to lift up her bum. I slide a knee up under her pelvis and she settles down on it while I open her cheeks. Just as I'd feared, I found that David had torn her rectum with his vicious, drunken thrusting. I used a babywipe soaked with baby oil to sooth the area, wiping it as gently as I could. I told her that she looked really. ”Then she focused back on me, “You sure got you some blue eyes.”Ying Lee told me, “We don’t get the sodbusters. No money, they just fuck their wives. That’s why they got so many children out there.” She gestured in a generally southerly direction, making it sound like the other side of the moon.Meg, a redheaded whore with a pockmarked face, didn’t have the fiery disposition that some of the Irish did, but she had a dark, brooding side to her. And she liked to brood while I was fucking her. She.