"Oww, Johnny, please! That hurts!" she complained. He pushed her up against a wall close to the bed, holding her there by the throat, tight enough tha... she had to work to breathe, but not enough to actually choke her."What did I tell you about my name?" he got in her face, hollering at her like a drill sergeant to a boot camp inductee. "Sorry Sir!" she croaked as she tried to speak with his hand around her throat."I'm afraid sorry doesn't cut it this time. You were told what to call me and you. Sam watched as they tipped the chair on to its back and Tina lower herself over her husbands face, she fingered her cunt and cum ran out, the Husband lapped it up. Sam watched as the husband's cock splat a thin rope of spunk over himself. Sam laid back, her legs open as far as she could, the gash open her cunt lips pressed and stuck to her groin with Petes and her own cum. The drying cum along her arse crack pulling her cheeks together. She didn’t need to look; her cunt hole was open, she. She told me about her mother who was living in Dallas. Her father had passed away a few years earlier. She'd graduated from the University of Maine. After that, she found a teaching job. She loved the kids, and enjoyed the way that they understood new things. Her sense of accomplishment was overwhelming, as the kids progressed through the year.By the time we finished talking, it was close to dinnertime. So I took her out, and we had another nice sit down meal. She let me hold her hand, as we. She sits there watching me like a hawk. We’ll be here for a while; the sauce is complicated, all fire roasted tomatoes, sun-dried tomato puree, diced vegetables, and spices. A splash of good red wine. And a lot of garlic. I ponder that for a long moment.I’ve used a bunch of garlic this week; garlic toast with the salad, a ton in the Thai dish, and now even more. Maybe that means something subconsciously. The Bitch is a vampire, an undead leech, and maybe down deep, this is another way to fight.