“Come on, honey. Let’s go to bed. I want to show this insecure husband of mine how much I love him and why I’m never going to leave him.”She s...ipped off the sofa and led me by the hand, going ahead of me as we climbed the stairs to our bedroom. I winced as I saw the unmade and stained state of our bed, still showing the signs of Sue and Francis’ most recent coupling. Sue stood me at the end of the bed and pulled my shirt up and over and threw it to the side, her hands quickly working to. Kyoki mai ab 18 saal ka ho gaya tha is liye mummy ab mere bagal mein sote huye sex karna nahi chahti thi aur papa se roz raat mein kehti thi ki bachha ab bada ho gaya hai ab roz roz ye sab karna dhik nahi kai baar toh unhe sak bhi ho gaya ki mai raat mein jaag kar unhe sex karta hua dekhta hoon. Is wajah se unhone mera room change karne ka faisla kar liya aur mujhe bagal wale room mein shift hone ko kaha par maine mana kar diya.Maine unse kaha ki aap log hi naye room mein shift ho jaye kyo ki. “I didn't…”“Forget it,” I interrupt. “Honest mistake right? Only been five years. Maybe I forgot why I got locked up. Just tell me something. Do I sign in at the front to verify my presence? Or would you prefer me to sign my name in cum over that naked ass again? We’ll do it after the pat down. I’m open to either, baby.” I emphasize the last word, trying to make it hurt. It does. And I feel nothing.Her jaw clenches and she goes through a quick breathing exercise. Probably some bullshit she. That said though, the thing I never understood about him, he snuffed some pretty prime pussy, so why didn't he create a place to take them and hold them and torture them at his will, like leisurely and prolonged? There was never any mention of him utilizing mechanical devices or the like. As the saying goes, 'To each his own', I suppose, but I certainly liked my way a whole lot better. But still the injustice of it all. I mean they fried him for what he did when they should have made him a.