What could have wakened me? Perhaps Basripal had decided to torture me day and night? I felt a surge of joyous anticipation at that thought. Surely he...would overwhelm that which She had given me, that power that stubbornly healed me, even after his worst ministrations. I longed for it, because then I would be reunited at long last with my Ariadne and with my beloved P'sero.I heard muffled exclamations beyond my cell. It did not occur to me that this might be rescue, for who would come for one. He was about to take his pants down when she said, ‘No,’ in a throaty, sensuous voice, ‘let me.’ She slowly lowered his trousers, then just a slowly lowered his underwear. When his six inch prick sprang free she cooed, ‘Oooh. It’s nice and hard!’ What she was thinking, on the other hand was, ‘Dickless little shit! I’d better get this over with quickly.’ She kissed the head of his dick then slid her thick lips up and down it twice. Bill moaned at the pleasure of it. ‘Sit,’ she said. Bill sat. . He dragged it off her and tossed it aside exposing her breasts. She tried desperately to stand, to get away from him. His huge hand stopped her as he grabbed her throat, squeezing harshly, bruising her. Spots danced before her eyes as the blood flow to her brain slowed. She tried to stay conscious; terrified now that she'd die if she didn't fight.Jimmy watched all of this transpire, yet made no move to save his wife. Years of loyalty to Burt prevented him from helping her. Still he was ashamed. Not beat her, but lovingly spank her. It was her thing. She got excited by the thought of a strong lover dominating her, submitting her and draping her over his knees, lifting her skirt and lowering her panties to give her buttocks a rosy color with the palm of his hand. I couldn’t understand her desire, but I loved her, so along the years during which we raised three kids, I learned to give her what she wanted. As with the chocolates, my palate wasn’t into it, but as with chocolates, I.