She bolted out the door. Max picked up his knife and chased after her. He caught up in the kitchen. "Bitch! You aren't going to go anywhere..." he sai.... "FUCK YOU!!!!!" screamed Alyssa and she knocked the refrigerator on top of him. He died slowly and painfully under the refrigerator while Alyssa called the police.3 weeks went by after the funeral. Alyssa was still shook up. They had sold the dog but there were reminders of Max everywhere. It was hard for her to stay calm when she was alone.. As usual, I didn't want to kill him because I wanted him to experience the maximum in pain.I broke his wrist so that he was forced to release me. This was followed by a poke in the solar plexus with the end of the baton. When he reflexively leaned over, I popped him under the jaw with the baton in an effort to break his lower jaw, and his upper jaw if I was lucky. I was lucky.He dropped to the sidewalk, out cold, so I was able to turn my attention to the remainder of the gang. My initial attack. So the guy stops, gets his pipe out and gets stoned. Now my ex-wife is not into smoking weed what so ever, so she’s just sitting there waiting on this idiot.So he finishes and it’s time to pop her cherry. They start making out again and he tastes like a pipe, she’s not into it, he starts massaging his big dark skin cocked against her little pink pussy hole.Now like I said previously she has a very small tight pussy, and at this point has never used a toy or had anything bigger then a finger or. ”You move closer to the bar and lean forward, as the bartender places the collar around your neck and fastens it. The feel of the warm leather collar being fastened and of the public way that it is done only adds to your arousal. Though only recently feeling Logan’s fingers slide in and out of your pussy in the bar, arousing and making you wet, this almost feels better...the public exhibition of submission and desires...you want everyone in the bar to forget about their own arrangements,.