I pulled into the parking lot. The cars there during the daylight, as typical, were all parked as far away from the building and sign as possible with...some parked around back. I chuckled as I shamelessly parked closer to the building, of course. I sat in my car for a moment as I applied a fresh coating of lipstick. Not the actual name, but it should be called “cock sucking red.” I then opened two extra buttons on my blouse. Finally, I reached over, opened the glove compartment, and fished out. Every room has one.” She stuck her hand in and pulled out a large vibrator. “See? Toys.” She put the dildo back and pulled out a butt plug and a small leather whip. “Or is this your style?” She replaced the items and pulled out a pair of handcuffs with a key attached to the chain. “No? Well, that’s all right, I just love plain sex, too. Isn’t that a funny way to talk - plain sex? When there’s nothing plain about fucking at all, is there?”“Uh, wow! You like games, huh? Cool.”“I adore games,”. Her nose had been broken, her upper lip badly bruised and her lower one cut right through - she would bear that mark to her dying day, many years later.Her jaw ought, by rights, to have been fractured several times by Angela's blows, but it had somehow stayed intact, though badly bruised. Joanne had tried to eat and the pain had been terrible. The taste of blood in her mouth felt as if it would never go away. Bur when she had stood, triumphant and bleeding all over her fallen rival, and with. She said we should go to a bar down the highway; where we would meet this guy Alfred.We arrived at the bar by nine o’clock. The place was not so crowded. I walked directly behind my wife as we entered the bar. The bar was a bit dark and had only some dim lights.Ana's heels made loud clicking noises as she walked in and stopped some feet away from the bar. She looked around in the darkness. Then she pointed me a guy sitting near one of the wall.My sexy wife started to strut over where she saw.