Als ich spürte wie Thorstens Schwanz in meiner frisch entjungferten und noch sehr engen Muschi zu zucken begann, fragte ich ihn natürlich sofort vol...er Entsetzung: "Hast du jetzt etwa doch in mich gespritzt?!" Worauf er mir allerdings ganz ruhig erklärte: "Nein, natürlich nicht! So fühlt sich ein Schwanz nur an, wenn er noch kurz davor ist. Ich zieh ihn jetzt wieder raus und geh mal ins Bad um keine Sauerei in deinem Bett zu machen." So unglaublich verblendet wie ich damals war, glaubte ich. He added heavy rocks to the other ends andallowed the weights to dangle down free beneath her body. The woman gritted her teeth to cope with the new set of pain as hernipples and breasts were tugged harshly down under the great weights putupon them. So heavy were the weights that her breasts were distorted in shapeunder the dreadful tension, pulled down so hard that it seemed that her nippleswould tear free from her flesh. "First you will learn to respect me. Secondly you will admitto being the. I was being cuckolded. I should have run in and killed them both. Instead I back up slowly like the cuckold I am and went to my car and cried. Was this what the husbands in the cuckolding stories feel like? How can they call this feeling erotic? I felt like shit, like my life was over. I drove to the nearest bar to drown my sorrows.I had to regain my senses till I decided what to do. I tried to act normal when I got home that evening. Linda greeted me like she always does. I told her I wasn't. " What do you think will happen when you refuse to tell him Robyn's whereabouts?" I said."Who are you?" Loni said belligerently."My name doesn't matter. Call me Bob or Bill, your choice. I'm the man who has provided Robyn refuge from the wrath of her violent husband. The key word from that statement, Loni, is violent. Hal Carson is junk-yard-dog mean, evil to the bone. Granted, you can't tell the creep Robyn's location because you don't know where she is, but he believes otherwise. He also has.