At first, I grew nervous that people would figure us out or guess what was going on. After a few minutes, and especially after watching some of the ot...er marchers, I realized we were not the most shocking thing by any measure. I calmed down and started to enjoy just being in the parade.After a while, we had to stop at a cross street while the police let some traffic through. As we waited, Mary handed me her two leashes saying, “we need to turn them all up a bit.” I really didn’t understand what. How do you like that?” She of course tried to up the ante to get the much desired hurt reaction from me.“I’m glad for you.” This was the usual way we discussed these things. She tried to hurt me as much as she could while my role was to be supportive about it and just take the beating. She seemed to enjoy this game quite a lot, maybe even more than the actual sex with other men.“I’m sure you are, you spineless wimp. You really dig this, don’t you? You’re probably going to wank off again while. As I assumed, the next day the local police came to the apartment and asked questions about Marsha. I told them that although we shared the apartment, it was for financial reason only, and we went our separate ways most of the time. I also showed shock and let tears fill my eyes when I was told she met her demise.As the days passed, I thought of others that may have been inflicted with the same cruel mental punishment I had endured, and how their lives had been shattered and torn apart, and. Her cries became whimpers, begging him for more, but he only moved his knee between her leg to push against her heat.She rubbed against him until he pulled back with a sigh. "I just can't decide. I suppose I'll have to love them both."The words rocked through her core, making her back arch to drive her wet cleft against his leg. He loves, her thoughts circled, unfinished and incomplete. He loves... His attention moved down to her flat stomach. She was proud of that bare slit of navel and worked.