Emma slid across the table and dropped down onto the floor, she walked the two paces to where Mark was sitting and throwing her arms around her husban...’s neck burst into a flood of tears.Mark held her tight his arms wrapped around her back. “It’s ok Em, don’t cry, we are going to make sure that Marcus regrets what he’s just done to his dying day, trust me, we’re going to pay him back for r****g you”.“How are we going to do that babe, he was right what he said, he’s too well connected with all. Papa: Hahaha, nahi nahi, aisa kuch nahi hota.Main: Kaise. sochiye agar aapke office jane ke baad apke payjame ko maa dhone lejati to?Papa: Woh main apne office baag mein rakh le gaya tha. Mujhe bhi darr tha usi baat ka aur tum utthi nahi thi us waqt wapas dene ke liye.Main unki baat sun hass padi aur fir boli: To matlab aap meri panty ke sath pura waqt sath rahe.Papa: Kya karu majboori thi.Main chidaati hui boli: Majboori ya… pasand aa gayi meri panty, hahaha.Papa muskurate hue bole: Hat, kuch. I hope you’re ready for some fun, Annie.”Brett walked to the dresser and got the key and took the handcuffs off of me.“It’s show time. Time to fuck our little whore. We’re going to have a threesome with our slut. Richard get on your back and I’ll fuck her asshole.”Richard got on his back and I guided his cock into my pussy. I then started to rock and move over his hard cock. I played with my breasts, while I was riding him. Brett spat on his fingers and rubbed it all over my asshole. He slowly. I really believe he felt sorry for me at times. I struggled on because that’s what my father always told me a man should do. As he put it, ‘You made the bed when you laid the girl, now you have to bloody well lay in it.’ Well, for the next year or two I did the best I could. But I was working and studying all the hours that god gave me. Life with Dea was just a routine and our sex life diminished to almost zero. Jesus, I was nineteen and I felt like I was fifty. As I came home from the evening.