I went back into the house, found a towel, and went back outside to lay it over Louis’ exposed privates. Then I put on some clothes. I decided to ab...ndon my halter vest, microskirt, and fuck-me sandals. Instead, I decided to change to clothes that more accurately reflected my sensibilities. I put on a white cotton bra and thong knickers set, certainly sexy enough with its lace trim and overall design, but the bra was not a push-up and the panties had ample front coverage down there. I pulled on. She had known her marriage was over before this week, but she had made an effort. Now she no longer felt the necessity to continue the charade. She walked to her purse and took out her little notebook."Roger: Don't bother to come home. My lawyer will contact you at your brother's home. I prefer not to see you again. Bobby will drop your things off to you. Maybe you can explain to him why you preferred drink to me." Lisa.She propped the note on the nightstand, and dropping the room key next to. ’ The truth is it hurt a lot, it was painful but I’ve always liked the rough, dominant and abusive stuff and still do.I hadn’t been allowed to cum, my cock was throbbing and I had some bruising beginning to appear on my torso and legs – fuck knows what my ass was going to look like. Then into the room came their sister, she was 17 and wearing the traditional Indian sari but I could see she was a stunner and that she had a good body – she knew what they were doing, she’d been listening next. "I'm glad you enjoyed them."'Someday, ' she thought, 'someday!'That night, David actually wanted to have sex with her, and Bonnie let him. It wasn't much fun for her, 'But then, it never is anymore, ' she thought. Still, David was happy; peace had been maintained in the house, and she was proud of herself.To Bonnie's relief, Sandy showed up without any more bruises the next day. All Bonnie could do was close her eyes and think, 'Thank God! The last ones had hardly just begun to heal!' Then not.