He said, “Look madam, I need money and that’s it. Your husband seemed genuine and hence, I funded him money. I didn’t expect him to cheat me.“...ir, what do you mean by cheating?”, I asked.“Your husband cheated me. He had never paid me any of his EMIs and hence I called you.”I was in shock. I said, “Sir, my husband said he had paid the EMIs until the accident”.The moneylender showed me a file on his laptop which showed there was a pending sum of Rs. 2,60,000.I was so worried and started crying.. He picked it up and began to read. . .________Dearest Joseph and Ol'Jack, It is with a very heavy heart that I find myself writing this letter to you. I cannot begin to put into words how much I appreciate everything that you and Ol'Jack have done for me. Running away from home was the hardest decision I have ever made in my entire life but my mother was blind to the abuse her boyfriend was inflicting on me. But making the choice to run away from home, leaving my mom with him, was. It was one of the better zappers. I kicked his pistol away.“Pick up that gun,” I said to Tonya as I opened the folding baton, which had also been hiding in what I called my Captain Kangaroo vest.The thug was coming around. “I ought to kill you,” I said to him quietly, “but I’m curious. What was your message for me?”He looked up at me and even at Tonya holding his gun and said, “Go home cracker,” he said.“Just those quiet words,” I suggested.“Rough you up a little maybe,” he said.“You mean like. He held her tighter, throwing his own hips up and down, slamming her from below. Her wild shouts filled the room, screams echoing off the treadmill only a short time ago she’d been jogging on. *CRACK* Alex spanked her ass, leaving her cheeks glowing with red hand prints. *CRACK* She wailed, “Yesssss! Fuck me gooood!”*CRACK*He winced, feeling how his cock stretched out her married cunt. *CRACK*Alex felt the soft, wet material of her tiny tank top against his free hand. *CRACK*“Oh yeah! Yeahhhh!.