Oh.Um.Dude-Sauce, I swear to god, this better be good; Mellor already said he'd rip us new ones if he caught us skipping again-I know I know I know- j...st shut up, okay? Look.What- holy shit, you didn't say you got laid- why the fuck are-No, dude, look. Scan her. ... where-?Out on Monty's property. I was, y'know, cutting through. She was just lying there. I thought she was dead at first.And you just brought her here?Well, yeah.What does the serial mean?Yeah, I looked it up. 'MT' is 'Madame. Sam was undergoing a similar fate beside me, our heads were facing each other, and I couldn't hep moan as I looked into her eyes and saw my desire mirrored.The plan was simple; we were to have a lattice of belt marks all across the back of our bodies. Jay would make all the marks going from top left to bottom right and Col would make all the closing marks, top right to bottom left. They would each do one of us then swap so we had corresponding yet opposite welts; a symmetrical yet mirrored. She parts her lips, licks his head and then closes her lips, the head of his cock disappearing. A deep guttural groan seeps from somewhere deep within him and he keeps his hand on the back of her head, not exerting too much pressure. After all, he doesn’t want to hurt her. With his other hand he reaches down and plays with her taut breast. Groping, circling, teasing her nipples. She starts to hum with his dick in the back of her throat. He starts to move her head faster with his hand making her. They were married in her fourth month, and it seemed for a while that things would be all right. But then, even before the baby was born, they began to quarrel, she perhaps made more edgy by her pregnancy, and he unable to give her the patience and understanding she desired. They had even come to blows on one occasion, Tom knocking her down at the height of one of their arguments. But then he had apologized profusely, as he always did, and promised that it would never happen again. But, of.