” I cried as he quickened his rhythm. It was not long before I felt my pussy walls contract around his cock, gripping it hard as I screamed another ...rgasm out of the way. I was done but he wasn’t. He obviously had other plans.“I’m going to get you horny again and make you cum with me in you again.” He said, switching us into a lying position without removing his cock from my pussy. I was pretty sore but I admit that I wanted it badly so I let him have his way. We lay on our sides facing each. I'm a logical kind of guy, and I succumb to impeccable logic.Yeah, right. I'll admit that it's difficult to be objective while staring into Deirdre's eyes. Generally speaking, if she wants something, I'll agree to it.Let me rephrase that. It's to the point that I'll do anything she wants. If she wants it, I'll do it. All she needs do is ask, and I'll give it to her. Anything; anything at all, I'll do.This places me in a somewhat weakened negotiating position.I'm into theories. I like to. “I can’t see you.”“Karen, you’ve been badly hurt. You have got some bandages over your face.”A backwash of memory from that tidal wave stirs my in mind. I remember.I remember his face as he hit me again and again. Slumping to the floor I see him reach for the knife.Blinding agony courses through me. Several times I feel the knife slide into my body. Somehow it feels like it’s his right, he’s my husband, my lover, he has the right to do this to me. But why does it have to hurt so much.I see his. Once she d done that, Anthony urged, Spit on her to demonstrate how contemptible she is!You despicable low – life! George snarled while he and Dylan covered her face, tits and belly in saliva.Oooh, myyy gaaawwwd! she wailed.Stop whining, beast! George demanded, with Anthony untying her and chuckling, Force the bitch like hate her!Are you worth hating? Dylan questioned her.No, sir, but please do! Ethel moaned.Stupid! Dylan snorted as he removed the handle from her nookie and hurled his cock into.