Her marriage that was now nothing more than a signature on a document and a scrapbook of photographs. Her husband was away from home more than he was ...here. His brief stays in between business trips were now all she had to look forward to of seeing him and even then he was distant, his mind always on his work. She had tried, at times to spice up their sex life, tried to entice him with lurid underwear and dirty talk but he always seemed to have something better to do. She barely slept that. Madam had a wickedswing, so he knew better than to argue. He did his best toposition himself the way she had pointed for him to do. Shestood before him in all her glory with the cruelest instrumentof torture. He hated and loved it when Madam chose to givehim her attentions. "Now, worship my feet as you havebeen taught!" he crouched farther down and begankissing each one of her toes. She allowed him to gently suckle eachand every toe. He gave her his softest touch. When Madamstepped back out of. The curtain was flung aside and 'Iron Bar' Steve stormed into my cell."What the fuck do you think you're doing you crazy cunt!" he shouted and spun me around to face him.His face was red and angry and he grabbed me by the shoulders started to shake me, his spittle flying as he yelled into my face."You fucking around with the punters? You some smart cunt who rips off my customers? You willing to gamble with the lives of your sister and your niece because you don't want a dick in you?" You're a. Funny, she'd been feeling so sexy on this island. The bald lips of her pussy had seemed puffy ever since they got here. When Jack had fucked her last night, it had taken all her effort to resist the urge to respond, and if he hadn't been so goddamn quick, she wasn't sure she could have avoided giving him her ecstacy. She pushed her hips out toward the mirror, watching those soft little vertical pillows of her labia separate, noticing they were wet. Wow, she thought, this place must be having an.