So kam es das mich ein User hier ziemlich heftig und derb anschrieb. Es fielen Sätze wie ,,Dir fetten Sau muss man einen Knochen um den Hals binden d...mit wenigsten Hunde mit dir spielen." oder ,,Säue wie Du brauchen Schwänze, Schwänze und nochmals Schwänze." Je abwertender Er mich anschrieb um so feuchter wurde ich. Jede Seiner Nachrichten machten mich nur neugieriger auf Ihn, ich gab mehr und mehr von mir preis. Als ich plötzlich einen Screenshot meines FB-Profils von Ihm bekam, mit der. She was embarrassed and started to cry.” I don’t know what I am going to do, my husband has shifted here for work as a sub contractor. He works hard but doesn’t seem to be interested in me or the baby.” “He comes home drunk after dark every night and leaves very early.” “We haven’t made any friends.” “I don’t have any relatives here.” “We don’t have much money.” “We fight all the time.” Tears welled in her beautiful brown eyes. “He hasn’t made love to me since I became pregnant. He says I am. Although nervous, I was smiling the whole way to his house.I knocked at the front door, as I had done many times before, but this time was different. I was getting exactly what I wanted. The main door opened, followed by the screen. He looked directly at my face. “Hey Quinn.” “Hey.” I replied just as his eyes noticed my attire. They trailed the whole length of my body as a little smile started on his face. He seemed a little confused, and at the same time knew what I was about. “What are you. " I may beg to differ." Well, you can beg, but that won't get you out of it. You agreed to do what I say, and I said, 'Your asshole.'" 'Your asshole' isn't even an entire sentence, much less telling me to do something." You're right, but you know what I want." Unfortunately, I do. We've never done THAT and you've never showed any interest in doing THAT." Because I know how you feel about it. I was respecting you. But now, since you have to do anything I say, I thought it would be fun to give it.