You go on your own; I'm fine where I am."David's mind reeled; never had he gotten such a response from her."And you are where exactly?" In a bar, some...here, not sure where exactly." Well find out, I have been working my arse off since we got here and I would like some fun, and I would like to have it with you." Oh, umm, hang on I'll ask."He hears her ask someone and then several women cackling, one says. "Tell him we're at the Beehive."He hears her reply. "I know we are not in there, I can't. "Do you really think your pussy likes this? I'm not really sure." Pleeeeeeeease, please make my pussy cum."I picked up the vibrator and turned it off. "I don't think you want it bad enough. Maybe later." Then I walked out of the room and looked back in. She was straining against the ropes, her arms were held over her head and she couldn't even press her thighs together. I heard her grunting in frustration as she tried to do anything to get some stimulation. I went back into the room and looked. . and more! Just as she reached the corner two more big mean looking black men appeared OMFG! For Deanna this fantasy of hers instantly flashed across her mind as she stumbled and turned to beat a hasty retreat, but as she turned around and started back towards the office building she could see two more equally distasteful looking black men coming toward her! Should she scream or try to run,... her. In my mind, I renamed her Bitch Barrow. I could only imagine what she called me. The four years took a large toll from my soul. I was thankful there were no children. We had come close once, a miscarriage I thought a curse at the time — now, a blessing. To drag a child through it all would have created monstrous therapist bills, and pain that would never go away. Nine years of marriage, four of it fighting a divorce, gone to waste. It was difficult to remember how we once felt, when we thought.