Then he saw Michelle moving a little. She finally lifted herself up off the sofa enough that the sound of Peter’s cum and air fluttering out of her ...ell fucked pussy could be heard. “Oh my God….Peter?…. Are you here baby?” “I’m right here baby.” Peter replied. “Oh shit. Where’s my husband? “Fuck. I don’t know baby. He must of went to bed already.”Keith listened and was a little confused when Michelle called him her husband when she was supposed to be divorced. “Are you sure he went to bed?”. She:- come lets go for movieMe :- not today. I have some work. Can we go to town in taxi todayShe :- okThen we hired taxi and went in the mean while I was like seeing her figure and was fucking her in eyes. But didn’t talk with her as taxi driver was localite and could listen our talk. So for some days we wr like typical lovers talking in phone hours to gather and messaging and all.On day I was seeing blue film and was horny. She messaged me I said I want to see your boobs she denied at first. It would be best to keep things low key for the rest of the week.I followed Michelle home. As she soon as she got there, she went to her room and called Allison. She asked her friend to come over and said it was urgent.Allison was over in fifteen minutes. Michelle silently read and reread my note during the waiting time. She kept turning it over looking for anything else. There was nothing else to see.Michelle sat cross-legged at the head of the bed facing Allison who sat cross-legged at the. My whole body tingled with hot pinpricks of anxiety as I recalled my night before, my ass cheeks feeling raw and hot as my mind flashed with the word punishments. I recalled anew the white-hot lashes of the leather belt that struck again and again until I was screaming and sobbing into a stranger's mattress. I averted my eye contact from Mr Bellingham and looked down at my wrists. If I pushed up the sleeve of my cardigan, I would see the bruises. A disgusting mottled mix of yellow, green, blue,.