And now, here I was standing in my bathroom examining the black eye and split lip in the medicine cabinet mirror.I wasn't a big guy, I had a wiry buil... that made me appear far weaker than I was. I had a shock of jet black hair, and my skin was just a few shades above sickly pale. My eyes were my best feature, that's what I'd been told my whole life, a bright blue that had charmed plenty of women into my bed. Not that they would do me any good now.My phone rang again, I'd come to dread that. Your tits, your legs, your back. The rattle of the chain as it flies towards you is echoed by your own little gasp of tortured pleasure after each strike. I rip off your night dress to see all the red marks decorating your pale skin and start to run my tongue up across your naked flesh. Although this is nothing like the stranger in your dreams, the collar pressing in on your neck constantly reminding you that you're nothing more than my toy. At last I can keep out of you for no longer and I. They both looked at me and said, ‘Dorothy, we need to talk to you. It’s about Paul.’ ‘Paul? What about Paul?’ I asked. Then they began telling me about not wanting to butt in to my personal life but figured after my husbands speech, there was a few things I needed to know. Paul has dated both of them through out the years. He said he was in an unhappy marriage and was going to get divorced. eventually. ‘We both knew that all Paul wanted was a good fuck, excuse our language, but we were both. Phil knelt on the bed. He dipped his head in worship between her thighs. His tongue lapped over the flesh of her open gash, travelling from the pucker of her rosebud to her clit. The tongue swiped, delved and probed. His lips fastened onto her love bud. He sucked it into his mouth. Her lower body rose from the bed. She thrust her gash up at his mouth, grasped his head with her hands, and humped and rocked her cunt against Phil’s face. He devoured her snatch. He ate her vulva. He sucked her.