Steph slapped and scratched at her father’s back, but that only pissed him off. Pulling his mouth away from her breast, he back-handed her across th... face.”Knock that shit off you little bitch. Stephanie slumped to the floor, crying into her hands.Her father grabbed her long blonde hair and dragged her naked body across the floor and into her room. Forcefully he threw her small frame against the side of her bed. The hard wood of the frame slams into the small of her back and pain shoots up her. After a couple more drinks I go to the toilet and when I return there is this well dressed black guy sitting at the next table leaning over and talking to Miyako. She introduced me to this Jamaican guy and we started talking. After about five minutes my wife disappeared which I thought nothing of then later I spotted her at the bar drinking tequila shots with 2 other black guys, she gave me a little wave, and I kept talking to the Jamaican dude.Next time I spotted her she was sandwiched between. She surprised me. Instead of scolding me for having too damned big of a cock, like my previous girlfriend did every time, the sexy little woman below me was purring softly, whispering “So good, so good!” over and over.I went from feeling like the moist awful son of a bitch toward women six months earlier, to feeling like the best lover on earth with her.She rolled us onto our backs, putting her on top, straddling me. She eased her beautiful, short but curvy body up and down my cock, up and. She retrieved the phone, then with a flick of her thin wrist sent the phone spinning past its owner and crashing on the floor.“WHAT THE FUCK!” Daphne squawked and whipped around in a blonde twister. She crumpled to the floor and manically tapped on the screen. “I swear to god, Mallory if you broke my phone-”“Threaten me again, Daphne.” Mallory hovered over her, slinging her bag to the floor. “That message you sent me was fucked up.”“Lighten up, Mallory.” Daphne scoffed, returning to her feet..