I hope his car is finished by then. I don't want him catching a cold standing outside waiting for me. He slides into the car. I see him look down at m... legs. I too look. OH MY GOD! I can see a rope mark that was left behind. My heart races and is about to jump out of my chest. He doesn't say a word. Maybe from that angle he can't see it. Maybe he has no idea what it is. Maybe he thinks it's from my shoes. I can pull my left leg under me but my right one has to push the gas peddle. We talk about. " Can't ruin the suits with the warm oil" Missy said as she pulled my panties strings from behind me. I tried to protest but Missy insisted that I would love it since Anna was a trainer. The wine and the hot tub had me feeling so relaxed that I decided not to protest anymore. They laid me on my tummy and I was a bit startled with the first drops of oil. Anna started rubbing my shoulders as Missy did the same up and down my spine. Missy was right! These girls had magic fingers ! Anna asked if I. You stand outside talking to the drunk idiot of a step dad and say your goodbyes, unlock your van and the alarm beeps. Finally, the case is over.You get in. aaaaand …so does she. The passenger door is opened in a flash and she’s hopped in. ‘Seriously, get out, you cant stay here.’ ‘I’m not going back. You’ll have to take me to the cops if you want me out’. You slap the steering wheel in frustration. ‘ok. I’m taking you to mcdonalds, I’ll get you a milkshake and that’s it. Then it’s. Tears of pain, not those fake ones she tried to use to get her husband’s sympathy.CRACK!“A real wife loves and obeys him. That’s what a good, Christian woman does, right?”CRACK!“Yes!” sobbed Mrs. Armstrong as she shuddered on the massage table.CRACK!“So what does that make you?” demanded Clint.CRACK!“A ... A ... a whore!”CRACK!“That’s right. You’re a fucking cheating whore! A bitch who revels in her sin behind her husband’s back!”CRACK!This was so hot. Mr. Armstrong watched with wide eyes as.