"I know," she said, "flip a coin...the winner decides," with another naughty wink at me."Awesome!" Dave said excited, digging a quarter from his pocke...."Heads or tails," he asked Rick."Tails..."Watching my wife, I could hardly believe she was actually doing this. It made my cock hurt.Resting the quarter on his thumb, Dave flicked it high in the air and caught it in his palm, flipping it over onto the back of his hand and covering it with the other."Here we go..." he said, sounding like a boy in. It had nothing to do with her, apart from his control of her. To prove the point, he jabbed inside her unwilling opening in one, massive hard thrust.“Damn dry whore,” he hissed as he jabbed inside her with a vicious, hostile gusto. “You’re so fucking tight, your husband must have had a pencil dick,” he snarled.Why did he have to insult her husband? Wasn’t it enough he’d had him killed? “No ... please not in front of them...” she begged. Against her will, she began to react to his aggression.. Not knowing when tom would return, Sandra had held the piss and spunk enema in her bowels until the pain had become too much to bear and had eventually had to go in a plastic bucket in the corner of her prison, She could only imagine how Tom would react upon his return; in fact his reaction was totally unexpected for her arrived with a tray of food and some wine for her.Tom set up a table and chair in the centre room, and then brought Sandra out of her cell; he allowed her go through her. I wriggled free, took his hand to lead him the rest of the way to the elevators, and pulled him into a waiting car. The doors closed behind us and I backed up drawing him with me by his hips. For a perfect moment we were alone, a taste of what was soon to come. He traced his fingertips over my skin, so gently it almost tickled. I tipped my head back, eyes closed in rapture, as he kissed down my jaw to my neck and then to my collar bone. The thrill of knowing the doors could open any second.