Why? Because I don't like your attitude. You don't fuck with me bitch. He's my fucking husband. I'm going to teach you a lesson. I'm going to make you...eat fucking humble pie while the boys watch."I've never known Sam to take such a firm stand on anything. She's not a fighter yet she seemed to feel justified in challenging Jackie. Despite her slim frame, I felt Jackie was likely stronger and more experienced than Sam but Sam seemed determined to get her way.Dave and I were not about to. “Then here, let me massage it.”“Thank… thank you master!”I could hear the pain in her voice, sweet music to my depraved ears. Her shaking legs made me smile. I took a break from my torture and rubbed my dick up against her from behind. She could feel how hard I was and began to beg me to take her, hoping to stop the torture for good.I teased the entrance to her slit with my cock. She moaned and begged, even though she wasn’t quite wet yet. I worked myself in more roughly than I would have. She saw that there were sofas and chairs, cushions scattered about the floor, and a snooker table in one corner. She forced herself to stay calm, even though the people she saw all appeared to be freaks.She wanted to whisper, but there was loud music too, and she spoke in her normal speaking voice with her lips pressed up against Amy’s ear. “Is this… one of those fetish clubs?”“Call it what you like,” Amy shrugged.She led Prudence to what would have been a bar if there’d actually been service. It took a while for ambulances, etc., and for the accident re-creation team to get there, but by a quarter to 8 I was happily headed home.When I got there everything looked fine and all my buds' cars were parked out front so I had to park a couple of doors down. I came up to the door and pushed it open at the same time I was calling into the room, "Hey, Jen? How’s it goin’?" She was doing fine. She lay on the living room floor on the guest room mattress, naked and spread-eagled. One of the.