After a while, whenever we had an argument or any falling out shestarted throwing it back in my face and often becomes rude and abusive.However, as I ...ad fathered four children it was not possible to doanything about it. I had considered leaving my wife and children andchanging over but my sense of responsibility and deep love of myfamily, excluded me from deserting them. Also my wife was prone tobeing rather strict with the children and losing her temper andbecoming spiteful. Her mother. ’ I remembered her cane and knew I would obey. She slowly removed her waistcoat and finely starched cotton shirt until she stood before me, her small breasts tipped with small hard nipples. She touched her hand to her breast and gave a small moan of pleasure. She guided her nipple to my mouth and bade me suckle it. I did so tentatively but she held my head to her and gave instructions, ‘Roll it between your lips. Squeeze it with your lips. Touch it with your tongue – more firmly, lick it –. We were biting her nipples and skin. We abused her while fucking and calling her names like ‘kutiya, randi, haramzadi,’ and many more.Soon her whole body was filled with red biting marks and slaps marks. For the next 2 hours, Karan and I took turns and fuck her continuously. At around 3 p.m., we both stop to take some rest and drink alcohol. I said to mom, “Bitch, this rest is for us, you whore. Get up and show us some dance.”Hearing this, she stands up and starts dancing while I put some music. She felt the car turn and crunch down a gravel driveway and then pull to a stop. ‘Izzy.’ Jessie’s voice sounded close. ‘Wake up love, we’re here.’ The car door was pulled open and Izzy was blasted by the cold air. She peeped up to find Richard grinning down at her. ‘Come on you,’ he said good naturedly. ‘Or do I need to carry you inside?’ Izzy gave him a lazy smile. ‘Somehow I don’t think that brother Daniel would approve,’ she said sweetly. Richard winced. ‘I thought you were asleep!’ he said.