It was one hard chop. All that was left was the bottom joint of the writer's thumb and pinky. It was really funny. I still laugh about it sometimes." ...ay I don't know what you think you're proving by coming here... , " the painter said."Don't call me that. You don't know me. Dana doesn't know me. Both of you can call me nothing. I am not Ray to you. That guy with the knife was kinder than I would have been. The writer was left handed. And the guy let him keep his eyes. There are very few. After coming the second time he pulled out and kissed me. Then he took my head and pulled it down between his legs and told me to suck him. Although he had asked me to do this several times before we married saying that if I would not fuck with him I should at least suck him off to relieve his tension. I always said no and he did not push the matter. At first, this time too, I said no and shook my head. His response was to say that we are married now and to press his half hard cock against. I slapped her ass. "Yes! Hit me again!" I did. "Oh, punish me!" I rolled her off of me and onto the bed beside me. Her legs were in the air like a naughty office secretary and I was between them. She shut her eyes as I brought my entire body down on her, she was screaming her loudest as to best annoy the neighbor. Her arms were thrown out to the side, freeing her large breasts. I gripped them with my hands, squeezing them and pulling them together. She was sliding forward with the force of my. 'I'm glad your back Lucy, theothers are out and I want you to clear up before they come home'. Ilooked at her and nodded and followed her into the house knowing thatthis was the ideal opportunity to speak to her. She went into thelounge and I followed her. 'Don't stand there you stupid girl, get onwith your work' she demanded. The smile on my face seemed to aggravateher and she swore at me. From my pocket I pulled out the papers andhanded them to her. She took them and realised immediately.