." Yeah," interrupted her friend, "I heard. Jen, I'm sure he'll calm down, just give him some time." God, Marge, I hope you're right. If I knew he was...going to be this mad I'd never have gone." Yeah, well don't ever do it again." Are you kidding, never! From now on the only fantasy I have is to be the best wife a man could want; no more headaches or, 'I don't feel like it tonight.' I just pray it's not too late." I'm not asking what you did but tell me, after all this, was it at least worth. You are mine now, Sara. Mine to do whatever I want with. My little toy to play with whenever I feel like it, to hurt and abuse, and to fuck whenever I want. And there’s nothing you can do to stop me. You are my bitch now girl, so you might as well try to enjoy it. Scream all you want, nobody will hear you now.? ?Let me go!!!!? Sara screamed, floods of tears running down her cheeks. ?Silence!? Michael took his cigarette out of his mouth and ground it into her left nipple. . He was also athletic; Montgomery c***dren were bred to achieve excellence, their genes being of the upmost quality, and Oliver took advantage of that. Not a single part of his body lay unrefined, from his calm and quiet character to the muscles that held his body together; this state of perfection was reasonably suspicious. Having graduated from Harvard magna cum laude and blessed in other regards, the young entrepreneur held a hideous secret that deterred his lovers: he was a widow. Amelia. "Her cries fall on deaf ears, as he stands behind her and leaning down opens her snatch up further to them. Their lapping rough tongues are working her over, as they find her tender holes. To her, they seem to have a preference of which of her holes taste better. Their snouts are buried in her in their excitement, she hears them snort the cum from their noses, as they lap at her flowing cum.She watches him closely, as he gets a chair and pulls it where he can see and hear his slave being licked.