I’m all but certain that if he punishes me the way I’m pretty sure he plans to I’ll never be able to look at myself in the mirror again.Cindy wa... right in my face with the camera. Delon reached down and caressed my hair as if he felt affection for me before asking, “Are you ready?”I shuddered with revulsion. I wanted to scream at him. I wanted to say no or better yet bite the end of his cock off.Instead I just moaned helplessly. I sensed him struggling to start. He seemed to be having problems. He lived his life with the concerns of his family, now including Dex, uppermost in his mind. Marty quickly discovered that Dex's father had a $250,000 insurance policy as part of his benefits package at work. He probably had forgotten he even had the insurance. The next six months involved round after legal round of battles with the insurance company. First, they claimed the death was suicide, invalidating the policy. At that point, Mike hired Marty again with his own meager funds, and vowed to. My body was so relaxed yet excited at the same time. I so wanted him to touch me especially when he started working on my legs. From the foot and ankle to the calf then onto my thigh muscles. Each time he eased his hands up my thighs I wanted him to start feeling me, my pussy seemed to be crying out for his fingers to touch me and give me some sort of relief. I started to think if he doesn’t do it shortly I am going to have to myself. I felt like I was floating on air every sexual point on my. I turned off the radio right away. How did I get to the point where I like music on a station that advertises shoes and handbags? Michael came into the room wearing only a towel. His hair was still wet from his shower. I was sitting in a chair, wearing my usual Friday outfit, a lacy bra and panty. Getting me to wear panties after our wedding was easy for Michael. I could tell myself that they were practically briefs. They fit well, because of my underwhelming size. Actually, they fit better.