I don't mind that he is a physical abuser. Better me than someone who doesn't like it or want it. But he does have his moments that I know no one else...sees. There is the occasional night he'll allow me to sleep with him (but typically only after I take an unusually harsh beating), or the rare night he'll allow me to masturbate (only typically when he knows there will be a little bit of blood in my cum - he loves when that happens), or the even more rare night he'll beat me on the back porch. Ten minutes later, the waitress comes back with a huge tray with varying dishes on them and beings to set them through the table. The party at the end of the table begins dishing out their meal and passes it down for everyone else. Ashley and I spent an hour at Good ‘n’ Plenty and we decided to skip having any dessert. We leave the restaurant and head out to do a little more site seeing before heading to the Red Caboose motel. Around 9:30 that night we arrive at the Red Caboose and head over. For whatever reason he wiped some of it out and tasted it. “Mmmmm, I kind of like this” he said and she asked what he meant. “Your uhhh pussy’s” but corrected himself and said “your cum.” “Good, because I loved it a lot myself” she told him. “Come here. You need some attention too, don’t you?” “Uh I uhhh guess so” he said. With that she got over him. She took hold of it in her hands as he waited. He felt her soft warm hand cradle his cock in it. It was terrific feeling as she began caressing. I pinch them and my wet pussy starts to tingle. Slowly I keep one hand on one tit and let my hand travel down to my soaking shaved mound. I feel my erect clit right away, I let my fingers slid over the button. I stick my index finger and my middle finger inside my waiting cunt. “Mmmmmmm.” I moan quietly. I then take both fingers and start pounding my hole. I arch my back out of pleasure. My mind keeps wandering to my cyber friends cock.I lean to my beside table and open the first drawer. I feel.