"“If I see you wearing unmatching underwear, you will strip naked and stand at the window for one hour, do you understand?”“Oh my gosh, yes sir....��“What city do you live in.”“Lafayette, Louisiana sir,” I replied.“I am in Baton Rouge, less than an hour from you.”Gary stood up and I had my first look at his dick. It was huge and thick.“Does your husband match up to this?”“Oh God, no sir, he doesn’t.”“One day, you will be sucking this.”“I can’t wait, sir.”"One day, this will be fucking your mouth,. A drunk fell against Branka and the donkey staggered, Mary nearly fell. I said something like ‘Careful mate’ and this guy rounded on me, red faced and angry. Drink does that to people kids, take note.” Joseph had never got so drunk he lost control; unlike many he had never hit his wife, nor come home late, full of booze and insisted on his conjugal rights. He was a good match for her. “Anyway he swung wildly and I hit him, hard. I would have hit him again, but Mary just said ‘No, leave him, no. I stood, shellshocked, staring, unable to move. It was real, hanging in my house, our house. I stepped toward it, then was almost afraid to touch it. No, not ‘almost’. I did, though. An uncontrolled hand reached out, almost hoping that it would just disappear, that if it did, I could just go back to bed, kiss my wife and our day would go on.But it didn’t disappear. It was real, felt like fairly coarse wool, exactly how I remembered it. A few seconds later, I was walking back into our bedroom. She threw a look at me like ‘oh here, another one approaching to impress me’. So I dunno what to do, but got courage and went near her.Me: hiShe: Oh, HiMe(hmm, she’s friendly, not like get the hell out of here), just looking around and found you close to somebody I knew.Her eyebrows went little high like doubting me.Me: ahh, no, not like that. See, I saw you holding the iPhone in your hand which is much better than my Samsung S4 and in this night I can’t able to take a proper photo and I wanna.