One long claw from an index finger reached toward her, touching her cheek, tracing a line down her face to her neck, her shoulder, down her arm, and t... her wrist.To her astonishment, Tiger felt her arms and legs spring away from each other as the rope binding them was severed. She sprang immediately to a crouch, one arm forward, her left leg poised to kick if the creature came nearer. She watched as it bared its teeth more broadly - there were a lot of teeth, all sharp - and she heard a deep. Still the happy couple. Laughing, joking, as if nothing had changed between us. As if Tom was still forcing me to have anal sex several times a week, like in the wonderful days of our courtship and dating.God, those were sweet times. Only the two of us knew how bad things had gotten at home, behind closed doors. Day after day the coldness between us dragged on. Not being tied up, no forced, humiliating fellatio, the handcuffs gathering more and more dust, it was all beginning to wear me down. I. I stood there and I admired my bust like I was seeing my 34-sized melons for the first time. My eyes soon shifted focus to my mature pussy. I was hairy down there and I had not shaven after Anil left.I did not want to look dirty in front of my son and I decided to clean shave my pussy. As I took the razor in my hand and started shaving off my , I thought of the night just before the day my husband left. We had such great sex that night and I still had bite marks he had left on my inner. " I saw her brow furrow."Now, pull your dress down." No! I'm going to do myself. And you can't stop me. And don't you even try, buster."I lifted from the steering wheel and flattened both hands in retreat."I'm going to think about us fucking when we get back. I want to fuck, Cully. Fuck. Yes, fuck. I like that word." She put her hands in it. "Guys say it all the time. I'm saying it now. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You're gonna fuck me when we get home and not just once, but, at least twice and I fucking.