Smiling, hard with the cock head clearly out above the waistband.I motioned for him to take them off which he did and laid them on the roof.He started...to get up and I shook my head no. He sat down, wondering. Ilifted my t-shirt over my head, brought my arms to my side and then liftedmy hands and started rubbing my nipples. He smiled and grabbed his cock andstarting stroking. I began pinching and pulling my rock-hard nipples. Igrabbed each breast and held each in my hand and he saw that they. “See, you had my sympathy right up until the word ‘filthy’,” he said. He reached out and put his hands around her slim waist. Laura cringed and struggled, and her tits jiggled in front of his face again. “Please don’t touch me,” she begged, tears falling freely from her eyes. “Aw, you said ‘please.’ Nice try, but it doesn’t cancel out the ‘filthy.’” He slid his hands up her torso and she shuddered and tried to shrink away from him, but it was no use. “Please, Jan, I beg you,” she. ***** Old wisdom says that you can never be a passive participant in your own marriage, but defiant being as I was, I was resolutely exactly that. It is with some regret though that I inform you now that I would have done well to have shown some modicum of participation, so that I could exercise what little control I could over the otherwise un-manageable situation. I would give the example of my wedding dress to make myself clear- the French had successfully given a very desirable twist to the. "So, how do you want to get used this time?" I asked her."Please, I don't want any more." Adori pleaded.I slapped her across her face and pushed her down on the floor.I grabbed her arms and held them over her head and pinned them down with my knees as I sat down over Adori."Open your mouth your fucking slut!" I moaned as I leaned forward.I could see Adori break and she started to cry but opened her mouth for my cock once again.I pushed it deep down her mouth and throat and started to facefuck.