Perhaps she was a vile and ugly girl who deserved everything she had suffered. Believe it or not, however, she knew what answer Cornelius wanted and s...e was not about to disappoint him."... Yes, my husband... I'm a whore. A filthy little whore." Well, at last we get to the truth. What shall I do with a whore of a wife who fornicates with her own father on her wedding day?"She knew the answer he wanted. "Discipline me, my husband. I have been unfaithful. I deserve whatever punishment you give. “Looks like we have a filling to do Frank” she said shaking her head. I dreaded the thought and instructed her ‘no needles’, she explained that gas was an option, I just breathed it in and it sent me to LaLa land, I would be semi-conscious but wont feel a thing, I was happy for that option.“We will have to loosen your clothes Frank, is that alright?” Sharon asked and with that she held the mask to my face as Gracie started to unbutton my shirt, it just suddenly occurred to me that I wasn’t. I laid there whimpering, I'd never had anyone treat me like Ron was treating me. To him, I was nothing but a street whore and I was loving it.As soon as he'd rested, Ron rolled me over onto my back, I laid there as limp as a dish rag."Well my little married whore. Seeing how much you loved that. I'm sure a slut like you will love this." Lifting my legs up onto his shoulders with no protest from me, he shoved his cock all the way into me, thrusting it in and out a few times, he asked, "Do you. "Oh, please," she screamed as his cock imbedded itself in her white cunt.When he was fully inside her he did not move but held her in place. She was moaning and gasping and crying in his arms. Her tears streamed down. The pain left quickly and the feeling of being completely full was overcoming her senses. Her arms reached out again and tightened around his neck. Her body was pulled higher. She looked up and then suddenly pressed her lips to his big meaty lips and she began to move up and down.