“Damn you’re right. It is good.”“How many of them did you buy?” I asked.“Four.”“Well shit, we’ll need some more. You wanna go back?�...�She laughed and, as she laughed, I realized that was the first time in years I had heard her laugh.Years ago we’d joke around and laugh constantly. I used to spend time thinking of ways to romance her, and make her life more pleasurable. We used to date and dance. We used to like just being together.“When did I stop?” I asked.“Stop what?” she asked,. He then grabs her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinches it hard, pulling her up to her hands and knees."You see, bitch? I was mistaken. You're the one who needs something to eat.", he growls into her ear and presses the barrel of the gun against the other side of her skull.She whimpers like a little girl anticipating the worst. The situation begins to sink in and her eyes spill over with tears. Her breathing shallows between new sobs and she admits to herself that she has no. If you need any help, let me know. Everything else all right, no other problems I can help with?" Doug had obviously noticed my discomfort and was being diplomatic. He probably put it down to 'boyfriend trouble' or the 'monthlies' if only he knew, and thank heavens he didn't.I got in to my office and slumped in to my chair. I just wanted to cry, to just sit down and sob. But the fighter in me, my mother's fiery Latin temperament, came to the fore and I resolved that I was going to stop acting. I fisted Erin for about 10Minutes, I was fucking her with my hand and she was playing with her clit, she said ‘I’m cumming, don’t stop’ And repeated herself uncontrollably, I pulled my hand out and reduced my hand to three fingers and inserted them and carried on, she was screaming and she sprayed a squirt all over my arm and continued until my arms gave up with exhaustion.I laid down next to her and she said ‘I told you not to put four fingers inside me again’ I said ‘I didn’t, I put my whole.