I spanked her several times and watched it move back and forth. “Pound the fuck out of my ass and drench me in your hot cum.” she said. That was l...ke pouring gasoline on an open flame.I gripped her hips and pulled her to me, while thrusting hard. I pumped into her as fast as I could go. “Don’t fucking hold back. Give me all of your fucking hard cock.” I smacked her ass, she looked over her shoulder at me. I pulled out of her ass and rolled her over. I grabbed her legs and sat them on my. When will the law realize that some women really do commit acts of domestic violence toward their children and spouses? Not as long as the Feminist movement is around to make all the men look bad and blame all of society’s problems on them. Granted, some men do bad things but the women are even worse. We as a society must open our eyes and look for signs of trouble and find ways to deal with them. Our husbands, boyfriends, girlfriends, wives and children are not safe as long as we refuse to. She slowly sank into it, where she would boil like a lobster, although much slower, and therefore, more painfully.Incredibly, her eyes opened and she screamed as she, again, desperately tried to escape. The salty liquid did not give her any mercy, and neither did I. While standing there, I smiled, watching her struggles go weaker. Soon, Kari was finally dead.Once her tender flesh was fully cooked, I pulled her carcass out. I threw her onto the table, took hold of my fork, and unzipped my pants.. But it's still my house and I'm still his mother. So it should be up to me. Don't you think? ... I'd try to be fair of course, and spread the joy around so everyone could have their turn. After all, he has so much potent seed to give us all. Unless it was a Tuesday. You know what happens on my special day." She flashed a big smile and got even more tingly thinking about Tuesdays.Suzanne thought briefly, It's odd how similar Susan and Angel are about this subservience thing, although I think.