" Are you serious? You weren't even married a year before she came to hersenses and admitted to herself she's a lesbian. That's why you hooked upwith ...e in the first place, remember?" Of course I do, Sally. These past weeks, as the divorce was goingthrough and all the legal stuff was being sorted out, you gave me thesexual outlet and physical affection Marla couldn't, and I'm grateful toyou for that, truly I am, but the bond between Marla and me is somethingspecial." Then why are you even with. . things. Iendured, I didn't process. I tried to be unthinking plastic, butironically I couldn't make that happen. Brad continued to taunt me overand over with what he was doing to me, but I was inured to it now. I wasalready gone. I knew that. There was no coming back for me now.I don't know how long it took. He took breaks, and I had no way ofknowing how long they were. In the end he disjointed me at bothshoulders, and replaced my hands and feet. He sliced me in half, justbelow the tops of my. An arm reached out, grabbed her and pulled her close to a man she had never seen before. His hand went inside her halter and began squeezing her nipple. She started to pull away, but thought better of it. After all, how would it look, an unsociable call girl? So she sidled against him seductively. He was obviously already drunk."Not bad tits, baby. A little small maybe, but nice and firm."She smiled up at him as his hand roved downward grabbing her cheek and squeezing painfully."Nice ass too.. Little icy droplets surprising and stinging where they fell. “Stand up.” He told her, and grabbed her hair a little to help her up. She stood. She didn’t have much choice. He looked at her. Her clothes were disheveled, her makeup and hair even more smeared and matted, thanks to the rain. He spun her around to admire her backside. He lifted her skirt more to fully reveal her panty-covered ass. Red lace came halfway down. They were the cheeky style panties, the kind that let her round cheeks.