Let me tie you to the door. That's a great way to do it. Sybil said you would love it." I'm tired, Allen. Please? Let me sleep?" You don't love me?" Y...s, I love you. But... I don't feel well." I don't care how you feel," Allen threatened. "I need you. Now come here."His strong hands clamped around her wrist, pulling her to him."Get on your knees and suck me then, you slut," he growled, pulling his trousers down and pushing her head against his prick."Allen? Please? I'm so tired." Fuck you and. And growing worse by the moment. Carrie had indeed been starting to run her mouth off to various state and federal governmental agencies, but no one so far was apparently taking an especially keen interest in what she had to say. Trying to play every side to her own advantage, Ned's misguided ex was holding out on details to hopefully cash in as a federal paid informant, but no one was biting, yet.Just as well then, and thank heaven for small favors.It had been decided already that there would. I sat at the station and made sure Ihad all that I needed to do the most important wet set I had ever done ona woman or a man. The curtains were all drawn. It would be just Jim and Iand about thirty mesh brush rollers, a like number of picks, and thefrightening hooded dryer ready to be lowered onto the rollered head of myunsuspecting husband.I could tell from the pipes rattling that Jim had turned off the showerand was about to dry off and reach for the robe I had left. I had made aspecial trip. It didn‘t take me long to realize Connor was crying. I was horny out of control now so I decided to wait for my boner to dissipate and I opened the door and walked inside. Connor was on his bed, his head on his knees and his hands on his head; crying. He immediately bolted his head up and his face turned red and he got up and wiped his face, obviously humiliated. “What’s wrong, Connor?” I asked even though I already knew what was wrong.“Nothing” He said.“Are you sure because I know why you.