You smell like you've done nothing but hang out in a bar for a fucking week!"I cry out in pain as he closes his fingers around my throat even more. Th...re's a sharp *SMACK* as he slaps me right across the face. I gasp as the right side of my face starts to sting horribly."Now you see, if you had come home on time. I would have fucked you, you insolent bitch, but you weren't here! I found someone else. Get your slutty ass up to your room and think about what the hell you did wrong!"Tears start to. How likely was that? He wasn't a bad-looking bloke and the Quentin he was now had reasonable dress sense with well-groomed hair and an expensive Ben Jones leather jacket. But no one had ever said that to him before after such a short time. And certainly not after he had divulged his most intimate truths.Vivienne shook her head. "I'm not taking the piss, Quentin. Although it's a bit of an exaggeration to say I'm in love as such, you are just the man I've always wanted to meet. All my life, in. Sometimes she wondered why these cats needed her. There was a lush expanse of countryside out there, teeming with birds and small tasty rodents and yet these unenterprising animals depended totally on her for their sustenance. What a pitiful lot! She knew that the Americans, thanks to those dreadful Pilgrim Fathers and their continuing malign influence on the national psyche, would despise such a lack of Get up and Go and Protestant Work Ethic! But she loved them all, especially Fortescue, the. "Next deal will decide the loser" said JasonI got two aces and sixes in first deal. I knew that it should not be me, so either my wife gets to see other man's dick in full condition or she will show her pussy to him. I was afraid that I come to my pants.She showed pair, but Jason had higher pair. "Oh no, did I lose?" she did not sound disappointed, not at all.She raised herself and watched Jason all the time she was getting her panties down. Those were so wet that you could squeeze her juice.