"That really hurts," I complain again. "Now ring them like bells, as his cock is not in the way to stop them from ringing real good." She getting in...o this and my balls feel like they might come right off as she gives them another good wallop. All I get out is a weak "hay," this time. "You got any string," he says. She replies, "Sure, over there in that box, he's so fucking cheap he saves every thing. Taking a ball of twine from the box, he cuts off a length about 20 feet long and makes a. He punched me out." She shook her head and breathed out raggedly. "But this time ... this time I split from him. I've left him for good. He'll never beat me up again. Never." She took another big swig. She wagged her head and tears welled in her eyes.I put my arm around her shoulder and she snuggled up to me and cried. I stroked her cheek with mine and softly caressed her waist.Tears still fell from her eyes and ran down her cheeks. I kissed them away. I looked down at her and a warm fizzy. "Got any idea who around here can, or will do it?" I asked. I knew he did. The yard manager would know all kinds of drivers who had access to the trailers."Yeah I do know somebody. It will cost you five hundred to get it off loaded on the site," he informed me. "That's cash when you show up to take delivery from me. He don't take it off the trailer."I understand, so I can get it Monday at 8AM?" I asked."It will be on the trailer waiting for you and your driver to arrive. I will see that it is. I gently rest my fingers against your mound, juices drip onto my fingers. I lift them up and place them against your lips. You open your mouth; your tongue moves around my fingers slowly. Making sure you savour every drop of your sweet pussy juice. I stand up pulling you closer. My arm holds you loosely around your waist. My fingers run a trail down your body to your waiting pussy. I hook one finger inside the material of your now drenched thong, pulling it down, revealing your swollen firm.