? Simmonds could hardly hear her. The life was being beaten out of her. Crack. ?Aaargh!??Are you my cunt whore???Yes.??Say it louder so your husband c...n hear. You know he is listening. Say it, cunt!??I AM YOUR CUNT WHORE, SIR.?Another slap, and the echoing, shocking scream.The violence continued, on and on and on and on. ?NOT ON MY BREASTS, SIR! PLEEEEEASE!!!?Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! ?OH GOD. AAARGH. OH JESUS!!?Her tortured screams filled the house. But the beating continued,. As the evening wore on, there was karaoke, dancing, and lots of drinking. As we had done in the past, the single teachers closed the restaurant and the bar before we headed home. The drive was uneventful and quiet. Even though I was concerned that I had too many margaritas and knew I'd lose more than just my great insurance rate if I were to be pulled over. I wasn't drunk, but I was sure I was over the legal limit. Please, don't misunderstand, I don't usually drink and drive, but the restaurant. Jerry noticed the activity across the table and quickly finished his conversation with Jenny. That Bill would reach out to comfort his sister was a major leap forward in relations between the siblings. Separated from them by the table, he realized how bad a mistake it was to come to the restaurant. He slipped the cell phone into his pocket and watched them afraid to say anything to ruin the moment.The manager cleared his throat and said, “Excuse me, but is there a problem here?”Jerry stared at. With all the deep passionate kissing, up and down, our hands roaming over each other's bodies. the heat of theday, the sun beating down on us. You must have me.So you slowly lean me forward so you can take the straps down off my shoulders, judging by the pulling and tugging on my suit I get the hint that you want me out of it immediately. I gladly ablige and begin to wriggle out of my suit. You tug the last of it off and over my feet. I am leaning back in the seat and you are at my feet. You.