When she had seen what was to be her newprivate space, she had stood up and had solemnly promised to him that shewould use the space to be the ideal w...fe for him. She had explained tohim that the "Lita Millen" definition of the ideal wife would be a womanwho was a whore in the bedroom, a whore in the living room and a whorewherever he saw fit to take her. She had then dropped to her knees andthanked her new fianc? for his amazing generosity in the most beautifuland intimate way that she knew.. He quickly got undress and put me in missionary position. “Relax alright, it’s going to hurt for a bit but you should be able to get used to it.” He whispered softly. His voice was sweet like honey. Zeke’s body hovered over mine. He began to kiss my neck and as soon as he got to my chin I kissed him full on the lips. I relaxed Zeke began to thrust his cock inside. I felt my pussy ripped and winced to the pain. I whimpered softly and tears stung my eyes. Zeke whispered in my ear. “Shhhh…its. Dealing with frightened faggot bitches was nothing new. Sheila however was on another level. I decided to go into the office after 9am as I had some flexibility. The morning I arrived, there were no cars in the driveway and no lights were on in the house. If she was going to no-show me this time, I would not talk with her again. I didn’t think anyone was home. I knocked on the door ... nothing. I then turned the doorknob and the door opened. “Hello!” I yelled. No answer. I walked around the. "These will have to go as well! Turn around bend forward at the waist and pull down your panties". She was uncertain as to what would happen next. Again without question she turned around bent over as best she could and pulled down her panties until they fell down around her ankles. "Turn around please and spread your legs". She did so exposing her unshaven pussy. "What else do you want me to do?" she said. Standing there naked and vulnerable excited her. I thought with her excitement she might.