Uh, my husband." It was clear that she was doing her best not to embarrass or humiliate me once again. She was finally getting it. "Hello, Jen," I sa...d. "How have you been?" I said. "Really good, Harlan. Mike, this is Harlan my ex-husband; I've told you about him," she said. She looked a little uncomfortable introducing me. Her husband, Mike, looked unimpressed, if I had it right. He was clearly not thrilled to meet me; I had to wonder why. A big guy, handsome, likely used to having people. He needed her in an a****listic way he had never experienced before. She cried out in fear when he became impatient and tore the panties from her body, no doubt leaving a mark. He smiled as he considered how many other marks he wound give her tonight.Not giving her a chance to recover from the fear, he spread her legs wide open and plunged his tongue into her core. She squirmed in response, wiggling her hips from side to side to try and dislodge his mouth from her most sensitive area. He. I am such a fucking lucky girl.A few minutes.That's all.And then he will be lifting me into the air. And I'll be his crucified girl.Fuck.I feel so fucking sexy. So fucking sweet and sexy. So fucking frightened and sexy.I want him to hurt me. Slowly. A lot.I want to feel his whip on me.I can hardly carry this thing. This thing that will torture me so badly.Already my naked body is marked by dirt and filth. My legs are scratched from the rough ground. My back is marked.I want to be marked. My. “Shit” she said before she could even think. They would definitely show lines through the suit, and she didn’t want that. She was already going to be braless, and wondered if she wanted to go commando. She didn’t want the embarassment of the lines showing through, so she grabbed the waistband and pulled them down aswell. She threw her jeans and knickers down with her other clothes. She paused to look at herself in the mirror, idly looking at the job she’d done of shaving her pussy.Angelina.