She moaned softly as his stiff cock filled her and his hand moved across her breasts, stroking both her nipples while his free hand slid down over her...flat stomach and into her panties. His finger moved down until he could feel his own shaft as it thrust slowly in and out of her wet opening, feeling her juices on his cock. Running his finger over his shaft and her opening, he coated it with her wetness before sliding it up and over her stiff, sensitive clitoris. She gasped at the new. The rest of the time she was a loving housewife and mother and her husband carried on like before.It took three months for him to find a decent job. He surprised her when the celebration ended up at the lounge where she’d just quit. As instructed she approached the manager. “My husband has an odd request. He’d like to see you do me in the room upstairs that I usually used. Said it would give him closure.” The manager grinned and led the wayWhen his fat dick was uncovered and her husband stared. Startled, I fumbled with the pack and dropped it. A dog; a mangy dirty mutt came forth, panting. I held out my hand for him to smell. He growled, sniffing the air. I lowered my head and tried to remain calm.More rustling in the brush. Three more dogs came out. They looked malnourished. Perhaps they were wild dogs? I didn't know and at the time, didn't care.As I watched the one growling in front of me, another; a scraggly german shepherd grabbed my ponytail, yanking my head back. I lost my. The people I tend to run into tend not to have any rules of engagement." And I've got the scars to prove it.Ben's eyes and face went hard. "Yeah, I run into them sometimes too." Gunny. The name passed unspoken between them, and suddenly the mood was shattered. She could see the change in Ben as he remembered why he was here and the pain that the man had given him. His shoulders clenched, his jaw tightened and his eyes turned cold. They sat in awkward silence for a moment, then Ben began.