I looked at him and said, “You don’t have to lie anymore. I know you haven’t been playing golf. Look in the bag, I’ve kept your putter for t...e last three weeks. You are a cheating asshole, I have pictures and two people who witnessed you, we know you have been fucking Beth. Oh, by the way, if you ever touch Beth again, Sarah will cut your balls off. If she doesn’t, I will. You never have to lie to me, ever again. I know you’ve been cheating”.Arthur dropped his golf bag, his eyes wide and. He didn't even care that she came, he wanted to keep licking her. Keep on making her cry out in pleasure like that. His dick was throbbing with the need to be touched. With one last lick and one last whimper he took his tongue away and smoothed his hands down her long legs to her ankles and tied them together. She wasn't fighting back anyway, but he just liked to see her with no way to get away from him. She's mine.He looked down at her face, grabbed her jaw with his thumb and pointer finger. After all, you've found a man, why shouldn't she? But still, there's thatache deep inside, that awareness of an empty place that will never befilled, the place only she could fill, and in that place nothing but asense of irretrievable loss. "Congratulations..."When she tells you the name of the lucky man she's marrying the mix ofemotions you feel grows even more impossibly complex. You always suspectedshe was more than "just friends" with Tim, that their frequent luncheswere at least a. He ripped off my beautifulsleeping gown and threw me over the back of the couch. He grabbed my hips andentered me brutally from behind. Somehow he knew what I needed. He hurt meand I needed the hurt. "Harder, damn you, go harder," I pleaded reaching back to grab his handand bring it to my breast. I squeezed his fingers forcing him to cause me pain.Too quickly, Gerard finished in me. He got up to leave but I grabbed him andpulled him to me. "Wait, wait, I'll make you want me again," I said.