My wife was going crazynow and moaning as I continued to pull and twist hernipples. She kept saying don’t tell anyone honey…don’t te...l anyone… and I assured her that no onewould ever know. I also told her as she squirmed underthe dogs tongue lashings that she was the hottestfucking girl I had ever seen. Jake now moved lower his tongue trying to get into herasshole and that only made my wife hotter as he workedit into her. His snout pressed hard against her cunt.. He then went to a bench and inspected some items. I looked around the room. It looked like a medieval torture chamber. There was a wooden stocks and a bed with no mattress or springs against one wall. Hanging from another wall was a collection of whips, canes and other items I didn't recognise. There were ropes, straps and cables hanging from the ceiling as well as a large wooden cross.He lowered the cross from the ceiling. He came over to me and untied the leash from the wall. He started to. So bad were my nightmares that my mom had to take me to a church cleric thinking that maybe I was cursed or buy expensive potions, but nothing worked. And at the end of the day, I just had to learn to live this way.Worst of all is the amount of trouble I cause my mother as if it wasn't enough that she had to raise me alone. Speaking of which, I don't hear any noise in the kitchen. Maybe she went out to work. And I should be getting ready too.''Ouch..''As I was getting out of bed, I put my foot. Profile updated, I made a couple of phone calls then ducked back down stairs to get another drink.It had been half an hour or so since I updated my profile and the app had blown up with messages. I can’t remember exactly how many messages were in my inbox but if it was twelve, ten of them were the “Hey”. Jesus F. Christ!!! Some people are slack. In the past I’ve replied to a “Hey” with “Hey is what horses eat.” but this time I just deleted them.One reply did catch my attention though. “G’day.