"What was that princess?" he asked again thrusting his cock even deeper and wiggling it to let me know his disappointment. I let out a moan of pain an... squirmed "Yes daddy, please it hurts so bad, I want to make you happy but please take it out" "No kitten" he purred "you have to learn to take it, it's what makes daddy the happiest, he's going to teach you to love all your holes stretched and fucked like this". I shuddered beneath him not understanding what other holes could be fucked. I felt. He ended his rant with a complaint about his wife: ‘I’m an affectionate guy, and she just isn’t responsive.’ ‘I don’t know of a marriage that doesn’t have its rough parts, Jerry, you’ll work it out.’ ‘Wait a minute,’ he said. ‘You and Jayne have been married for what — a dozen years? What do you know about rough parts in a marriage, from what we can tell, yours is perfect.’ ‘The key phrase, good buddy, is ‘from what we can tell’. We’ve had our bad times, some really bad times, about three years. How old are you?" I asked, smiling warmly at him. I suddenly imagined kissing his lips and that made my cheeks flare."Well, I'm fifteen and in Mr.Mack's class," he said, taking a hold of my hand."Aww, that's too bad. I'm in Mrs.Foster's class," I said, sadly."Haha that's ok," he said and then suddenly he swooped in and kissed me softly on the lips. My eyes widened in surprise."I'm sorry. I couldn't resist myself," he apologized immediately."Umm. It's ok. But can we try that again?" I. My hands were shaking so much I would have spilled it. Funny. Ihad carried the cups over to the counter all right. I suppose I couldfeel crunch-time coming."OK, tell me again why you didn't tell me all this before we gotmarried." Oh, Cathy, you can't imagine the shame and guilt that goes with this.I've hidden it for years, all through school and afterwards. I movedinto my own flat as soon as I could and dressed after work and atweekends, but I dared not let anybody know. I'm a real.