One day, I was talking to a guy who was about twenty-five miles from me and he actually wanted to meet. My gut did somersaults, but I always knew that...this day would come and I would have to decide whether to dive in or turn and run. I decided well, it’s now or never and made plans to meet at his house. I wanted to chicken out all the way there, but didn’t. We watched a little porn (straight) and after a few minutes, he became impatient and asked if I was just going to sit there or what. I was. Your my new pregnant whore. You will do everything I tell you. Nod your head yes you slut. That's right!! Good happy whore!!!" I shoved my cock back into her pussy. I started to slam my cock into her pussy as I got up on my feet. I was bending over her body ramming my cock into her pussy. I reached up with my big hands squeezing her juggs. Her nipples were spraying milk into the air.I reached down and guided her left breast into her mouth. She was drinking her milk as I fucked her. I leaned. Gasping and turning a nice shade of blue, Crystal looked into Shelby’s face and told her that was her final warning about keeping her fucking mouth shut. With one more solid punch in the mouth for emphasis, Crystal stormed out of the room as Shelby wept herself to sleep. As Crystal masturbated herself to orgasm from the rush of beating Shelby’s face in, Crystal’s mind was already conjuring up sadistic images to make a reality the next day.With a shock collar firmly in place and demonstrated so. . probably for good. I had become that 'Loser' in her eyes that I known someday would happen. It appeared that my luck wasn't going to be changing for the better anytime soon.During that long winter, I amused myself by seeing how many times my wife's photo appeared in the society section of the Seattle Times. I stopped counting after the fifth appearance, because in each of the last three pictures she was standing next to the same man, a certain Dennis Henry. Never trust a man with two first.