Mytear stained cheeks, now smeared with snot and sweat, felt sore already from his harsh slapsand the grinding of his zipper.When he pulled away, I wa...ted and watched him. He hadn't filled my mouth with his daddy goolike he usually liked to.He didn't speak but I felt his hand in my hair again. Quickly, he pulled me from the floor, ignoringmy pleading and crying as he guided me to the bed, shoving me roughly down onto theblankets.There was no hesitation. He was on top of me, pinning me on my. Starting with my thong cincher, corset and Leg Avenue fishnet crotch less panty hose. Black mini dress, black riding boots thigh high and lace gloves. I decided on the first trip to wear women’s sexy boots rather than heels so walking would not present a problem.I drove the 40 miles thinking the whole way about what I was going to say and do when multiple men approached. By the time I got to the bookstore, I was nervous. I almost turned around and went home. I went in the clerk acted as though. It was the only way I could stop him from leaving marks on my body for my husband to see.My robe was now bunched up near my ass and the only think I was wearing was the thin black nightie without any panty's.Jake was whispering to me again but loud enough so Kathy could hear with her camera running as he said. "God. Baby. I need to fuck you now!"I hesitantly replied back to Jake as he kissed my neck again saying. "Yes. I want you to fuck me hard. Please take me into the bedroom and fuck me!"I. .. visiting," I replied to her, laughing."Sure, sure, whatever," Ashley said, guiding us inside "Here, come on in. You two are just in time for dinner. Hey Dar, come here and say hi to Natalie and Dean," Ashley called down a hallway."Dar" was actually Dario Franchitti, Ashley's race car driving fiancé of almost two years. A Scot, he was a little taller than Ashley and looked just like a race car driver, his black hair slicked back on top of his head.We all sat down in the living room for.