He married my mom a couple of years after Dad died, though why she married him I don’t know, they’re leagues apart. She is a 5’10” latin lady,...tanned skin, dark brown hair, bright hazel eyes, and a well maintained hourglass figure. He is a 6’2” pot-bellied, balding alcoholic, with no hair on his head to speak of, blotchy red skin, and a face only a mother could love. ‘Course it was different when he was younger, he was the best cop on the force, and mom couldn’t raise me by herself being a. Upstairs the bed had clean sheets and the room was ready with candles for what I desperately hoped would be my husband’s happy return.But I had no illusions; it was up to me to make the running. It was me that had opened the wound; it was up to me to try and heal it.I just hoped I wasn’t already too late.*It was early Monday evening when my taxi pulled up outside the large, smart, city-centre hotel in which the conference was taking place. When I had called the night before I had been told that. ”The beating seemed to take place in slow motion. Lebron made me stand up straight in front of him. I had to stand close enough to take hold of his huge swollen cock. He waited while I told him how much I love his cock, how much I want to suck it, how I couldn’t wait to watch him **** my wife, and then...BAM, his huge fist hit me right in the face.I went down like a sack. He’d told me that if I could hold onto his cock, he wouldn’t hit me again. The size of his fist and my own weakness made. "Trust me, I'm in just as big a rush to get the hell out ofthe room as you are, my princess. Maybe you should have taken me up onthe pigtails, and we'd be out of here already." Not funny, mom," Hunter replied as she stretched the wire of the flatiron across his chest now. "Is this really necessary to flatten it?Please just make a pony and let me get up." I can just leave you like this and you figure it out yourself then ifthat's what you want, because I'm starving now and I'm sure so are.