’ ‘Kids’ll be up soon,’ you go. ‘No sleep for you, huh.’ Positioned on her back, naked, one hand hiding her nipples, she strokes your chi... with her big toe. ‘I may not sleep, but I can tell people we slept together,’ she giggles. ‘What time you meeting your lawyer? Making it official – the divorce, I mean?’ ‘Baby, we don’t need to talk about that. Snuggle me.’ ‘Cuddling’s an extra ten bucks an hour,’ you tell her, shifting along the couch. ‘I’m real sorry.’ * New week, new woman. Her name’s. He looked over to where Abigail was hurrying away from the moreattractive girls, suddenly feeling quite sorry for her. The only thingthat Abigail had going for her was her intelligence, but now that wasgone. All thanks to Kelly."How many lives does she have to ruin?" David growled furiously. Ofcourse the answer to that was obvious. Thirteen."Fourteen," he amended, remembering to add himself to that particularlist.David shook in a strange mixture of fury, frustration and fear. Thoseemotions. She moaned very loud, my parents were right in the next room to ours. I bit her on thighs very based and she knew why I did it. She kept quiet from then.After I satisfied myself with the pussy licking, I went on top of her, kissed her and the she held my dick, and she put it in the hole. It felt so tight. She whispered in my ears “I’m a virgin, bring an unused cloth” I quietly,went to my closet and took out an old vest of mine. She spread it right under her pussy and lied on it. She said, now. You should be thrashed. A good spanking on that big fat, ugly ass of yours, I think. What do you all say?”turned to her audience. “Should I thrash the bitch?”There were many shouts of agreement. “yes, thrash the bitch ... the cunt...”“Alright, then. I’ll give her a good thrashing,” Beth confirmed. “How many?”Numbers varied fro six up to thirty.“How many do you think I should give you, Rose?”“No more than six,” Gladys pleaded. This was not in the script. “and not too hard, please.”“They have to.