"Garland, where are you going? You have to eat. I cooked you breakfast!" she said. I ignored her.I spent the day checking out cheap apartments. I want...d a place to land in case the shit finally hit the fan and I had no choice but to leave. I wasn't sure if it would actually happen, or if so when it would happen. I just wanted to be ready.When I got home that night, she was waiting for me. She didn't even mention my walking out on her that morning. "Hi Garland, tonight's our night out," she. I am reminded of many things. One is that feeling I sometimes get watching his lips move. I stop hearing what words are spoken. The base beat of my heart drops and hits this nerve at my core. His rhythm vibrates within me. Even my thoughts are in tempo with his speech.He now whispers the things that he will do to me.I am reminded of seeing him naked for the first time--me, already undressed and willing, waiting impatiently as he removed his tie and undid his cuff links in his slow, controlled. “Didn’t I see a stick or something when I came in?” he asked Callie.“Oh, you mean the quirt?” Marti said as she pointed to what was actually a riding whip with a short handle and a rawhide lash at one end.“That’s it, a quirt, huh? It’s perfect for what I have in mind. I’m going to fuck her, but at every opportunity I want one of you to swat her ass with the whatchamacallit? Oh, yeah, the quirt.”He leaned in and bit her right nipple, tasting both her teat and traces of his own semen that had. "How's your pain, Honey?" Ahhh, what pain? By the way, you're doing a great massage." I quivered, watching you, hoping you'd touch my wanton pussy. I noticed your dick was hard too. When you didn't, I shrieked, "Oh for God's sake, eat my cunt!" Awwwww, but I thought you just wanted a massage?" Outside-inside if you don't mind, you sexy man!"Your eyes lit up with passion, and a seductive grin crossed your face. Your finger ran down the folds of my wet pussy. "Oh like this?" Yesssssss, don't.