"What? Your a hot sexy slut you should be begging me tosay this stuff to you" -slap- another one, harder. Left my face tingeling. I loved it. "Wow, yo... call that a hit you filthy slut?!". Then bam! Her fist connected to my cheek. She stood back in awe as I spit blood in her face. I looked down to the ground, then in a heartbeat raised my hand and slapped her. She was abusing me calling me a freak, bad son, sick you name it. I couldnt help it. Her hits, the blood, the abuse..it got me going and. This was his show, and I was going to be forced to enjoy it! He pulled down my panties, and took them right off, lifting my feet to take them away. Then a pause and I felt his cock moving against me. It was long, and hard and hot. He first pushed it flat against my ass, moving it between my cheeks. Then he ran it between my legs, and I could feel its hardness and heat rubbing against the wetness of my cunt. He pulled it back again, rubbing it against my ass. I wasn’t sure where it was going to. I’m sorry your marriage is so shit she hasn’t noticed.’Liam didn’t look relieved, ‘Thank you for not hurting my family. It’s more than I deserve. I am sorry, Pete, I truly am.’‘I know you’re sorry you got caught, Liam, and before you’d got to come too. I’m glad I timed it right.’‘Okay, I guess I should go, Alice, you okay?’‘I’m not okay, Liam, but you need to go home. I’ll call you. We’ll talk, again.’ I glanced at Pete as I said the words, he was looking at the floor. I tried again to convey. You start by teasing me with seeing your erect nipples pressing outward as twin points in the soft fabric of your t-shirt. You part your luscious thighs so I can just see the fringes of your soft pussy hair as the well-trimmed curls peak out of the wide-open legs of your baggy shorts. I watch as your hands reach up and alternately stroke the hard points of your nipples. You squeeze your soft breasts, letting the warm flesh mold to your fingers for several moments. I watch your fingers slowly.