He basically sat down and stared at me until our time was up. The following week, he unexpectedly opened up, sharing his feelings about his father bei...g in Iraq and how it affected his mother and the rest of their family. I listened to this young man talk, and surprisingly, his words moved me. He didn’t blame his father or his mother for what happened to him. Rather, he blamed himself. Looking me straight in the eyes, he told me that I had him all wrong. He didn’t drop out of Seneca College to. At least, not men of his stature. Unfair though it may be, Adena was poor and that man was clearly rich. His crisp, blue suit certainly marked him as high-class. Pompous, stuck-up, jerk. He had probably only glared at her to make her feel uncomfortable. Or perhaps he wanted something from her. She grimaced at the thought. Though, she thought, I at least don’t look pregnant yet if I can’t garner looks like that. Thankfully, she couldn’t be more than a month or so pregnant. She couldn’t bear to. She dropped down and kissed me deeply with her spit covered lips, then whispering into my ear can Marcus fuck me in the ass as that's yours tonight, I just nodded as Marcus took this as his instruction to sodimize my wife whilst I fucked her sloppy cunt. Marcus positioned himself behind her and slowly eased his dick one inch at a time into her ass until he was balls deep, I could feel his cock pushing in against mine as we built up a rhythm, plunging her in both holes as she screamed and moaned. Bending over the comatose form of her mistress she unstoppered the bottle and poured the contents into her mouth, then watched anxiously after a few minutes she saw the wounds slowly closing.Then she noticed the needles sticking out of her mistress’s body and realised that until they were taken out the wounds could not heal properly , slowly and carefully she pulled each of the needles out carefully watching a her mistress twitched each time a needle was pulled out, but finally she managed to.