Bobby packed his lunch and carried it with him on the Post Office Jeep. Every day he ate in the cul-de-sac where Beverley lived.One day when he delive...ed a package, Beverly asked, "Is that you I see eating lunch at the end of the street?"Bobby said, "I've been eating here since I started the route. I watched them remodel your house." I eat at home on Monday and Wednesdays. Why don't you join me?" Beverly asked.Bobby said, "I don't want to do anything that'd appear improper?"Beverly asked,. Her fantasies tend to involve acts that demeaning or disempower her. Before we married we occasionally tied her up, but not too often. Something she really enjoyed, which we did a fair bit at her request, was role-play that I was r****g her. She loved cowering on the bed, resisting me, and fighting while I took her clothes off, pushed her face into the mattress, forced her legs open with me knees, and fucked her hairy pussy.She loves it when I talk to her as being "my pussy" and, "nothing but a. " She saw that I had not flinched at her anger and that I was still sitting quietly on my bed with a mixture of anxiety and sadness on my face.She stopped moving and talking for a second. Then she moved back to sit at the computer chair and re-read what she had been examining before. "You're telling me that Mom wrote this?" she asked in a voice that I had to strain to hear since it was so soft."Mm-hmm," I mumbled. I did not trust myself to say anything, as it would probably sound like a croak. “All the way down slut...I know how you like to suck dick...Look at you, sucking it down like a dirty whore.” Joe mumbled as she started to go up and down.Each time he hit the back of her throat Stacy would gag hard. Joe started to push her down faster and faster just to feel her throat jump around his cock. Stacy looked up at him, as her eyes water. “Yeah you like that bitch. You like sucking a big cock don't you? Give me that mouth slut.” Joe started to pump his cock faster into Stacy's mouth.