“This was my second lover. I started with him eight months after the first one.” He caught the overlap and she smiled sweetly.There were twelve pa...es in all, each featuring a different male organ before, during, and after servicing her cunt, as he was now thinking of it. When she reached the last one, she asked, “Do you recognize this one?” He looked closely and it was his. He didn’t remember her taking those pictures.“As I told you, this is been put away for a long time but I got it out this. He said he hated me . “ if even he hates me then whats the meaning of my existance ? The only reason I continued my life after my husbands death was for him . He is all I have . If he doesn’t need me anymore then why am I still alive ? ” – I started to have such strange questions . “ He is just a bit angry . He really doesn’t hate me . Yes , He did say he loved me . He cant hate me . Theres no way ” – I said to myself . I could hear him saying he hates me from downstairs . 15 DAYS LATER .I got. To hell with it, Tim thought. Nothing to lose. “Can you get me laid?” “Ha!” barked the old man in the bed across the way, his laughter descending into a coughing fit. “Ah, mate…I don’t think…” Graham stammered, the look of horror spreading out from behind his mask. “It’s only a couple hundred bucks at a brothel.” Tim said. “What’s the big deal?” “Mate! We’re a children’s charity!” Graham’s other hand joined the first behind his head. “We can’t…I mean reputationally…I just…” Sally returned with. “That’s better, cunt. You should always call me Mistress from now on. Now take off your clothes and put them in the corner. Come on, be quick about it!”, Linda said.I was still trying to understand how all this had happened. It seemed insane. An hour ago I was so happy with Rod and now here I was with Linda who treated me like her property, like a whore, with no respect at all. I guess I was not moving fast enough; Linda took a riding crop off a table and struck me across the ass with it. It.