She is used to it, but he is big, and is a very obedient wife and will do anything he demands her to.And then he can handle no longer, he will get her...to the bedroom, throw her in bed, open her legs and force himself inside her pussy, as he feels her so wet he knows how much she likes playing the slut game. She touches herself and screams, he is violent tonight, just the way she wants it, he slaps her, pounds her hard with his hard swollen dick, she cums for him, he grabs her waist and. She had an absolutely gorgeous kitty with neat, compact, tidy lips, “barbie like” is how I would describe it. She was shaved bald. I darted my tongue in circles around her clit. I reached up and gently squeezed one of her tits. Much to my amazement she had started to become wet and juicy after a few minutes. I felt a sense of pride I was able to get her turned on.I stood up and she opened a condom and attempted to put it on, but it was on backwards. These things happen. I took it and rolled it. I took a step forward, silently praying that this grotesque and squat troll would leave me be, preferably unmolested and unaddressed. Sadly, it seemed that Lady Luck was either mocking me or just giving me the silent treatment. A meaty hand, nearly the size of my head (or so it seemed) grabbed my arm and held me firmly in place. Already I could feel the sweat lashing off my forehead. I knew I shouldn’t have taken that dope before I came here, but how else was I supposed to take the dull ache. Then she returned to the table with a very handsome young man. He helped her back to the table and showed himself to be a gentleman when he pulled a chair out for her to sit in. When he took his own seat, Brad recognized who it was. ‘Hey. You’re Marc Cornish,’ he said. Marc had a broad, toothy grin on his face. ‘Yes sir, that’s me!’ He extended his hand, Brad took it and both shared a firm, friendly handshake. Marc’s eyes then narrowed. ‘Man, I have to say, you look… familiar somehow,’ he said..