“As an arbitrator, I know all the tricks, because people gripe at me about what their spouses do all the time. In fact, most recently, one man bitch...d at me because his estranged husband, yes, they were a gay couple, had shut off his electricity to avoid paying the bill. Now, that was pretty low, and I had to read the offending party the Riot Act, even though the victim had been cheating on him with his ex,” I laughed in spite of myself.“I can only imagine,” Larissa snickered at hearing about. I would have forgotten completely about the incident, if the next day, while we were all seated around the table, mother hadn't ask my sister if Mr. Barton had gotten back early from his bread round."I can't say since I didn't see him at all. I got back here as soon as Sandra," Vicky always called Mrs. Barton by her first name, "got back from her bingo."She was lying, I could still recall seeing Mr. Barton arriving and entering the house less than an hour after his wife had left. I was about to. Aur wapas ghar aane lage.ab hm dona ache friend ban gaye thai to mne use flrt krte hue kaha k waise tum red colour may kafi achi lagti ho to wo sharma gayi and chup ho kar gadi chalane lagi. Fir mne topic change karte hue uski family ke bare may baat krne laga ab wo open hoti ja rahi thi.Hm G. H (guest house) pahuche and gud 9t bol kar apne apne room may ja kar so gaye but mujhe nind nahi aa rahi thi aur aati bhi kaise ruhi red panty may bar bar najar aa rahi thi fir mne uske name ki mstrbte k. "Rip your panties off, cunt! I want to see you finger fuck that pussy."Christie felt so nasty. The ripping sound as her panties were torn into shreds caused her to shiver. Suddenly Tom pulled his dick from her mouth. As she looked up, he grabbed the shaft and began to slap her across the face with it. "You have to tell me you want more. I want to hear you ask for it." Christie could only imagine how she must look. She was sitting at a kitchen table, her dress open, her panties in shreds at her.