I open my small mouth as wide as I can and take it all until I’m gagging around you.“Good girl” you tell me and if my mouth wasn’t full, I wou...d smile.You drag me to the edge of the bed and I know what to do, so I arch myself backwards into the perfect throat fucking position.“God I love being a whore” I think as I imagine how this would look to an observer.You fuck my throat relentlessly until it’s aching, but I wont stop you because this is exactly what I want from you, to be abused by you. " Ottilie replied with more than a shade of difficulty."Well over a year mum!" Tara interjected and then she rolled straight on to quoting exact dates. And from there ... Well, whether intentionally or not, it all poured out of my daughter. About how Bill Morris had shown up at their house and after arguing with Ottilie, he had beaten her senseless. And I might add done something I had been unaware of up until that time, attacked and knocked Tara out cold as well, when she'd tried to go to her. After we got married we stayed at her house till the upstairs was fixed up at my house. The room covered the entire house so we had sort of a separate sitting area and a sleeping area. The bed made a little too much noise. It was directly over the kitchen which was next to Mom and Dad's bedroom. When we would lay exhausted after making love, you could hear the springs from Mom and Dad's bed getting a work out. This always made Shirley and I start again.Anyway, I'm getting away from the point of. Two Lives indeed! I would need both just to contain my happy spirit! Thus, my sweeties and I were wed, and I had come into my heritage. After the ceremony there was a great feast with lots of food and dancing. As we sat and watched the festivities, other members of the tribe came to give their best wishes on our marriage. The feasting and dancing went on till well after dark. Then, at some unknown signal it was over, and I was led to the wedding lodge by my two brides. Upon entering, the.