I was following Nadine’s orders. I didn’t trust the Pollards, but Nadine seemed to; well, she didn’t know them, I did. The time and day selected...was the following Sunday at lunchtime. We’d be staying the whole day, and have dinner as well at the Pollards’ plush digs.I was anxious and worried. While I did have an almost violent urge to see my baby, I was not going to let her, her being my ex-wife, dictate what I could and could not do, read interfere with my being able to influence how my child. "I'm sorry about their behavior, mam."Ever the gentleman, Derick started to head for his table.Jessica has never had anyone come to her rescue before. She ordered ascrewdriver but wanted a lemon added to the drink. While she waited forher drink, she decided she liked how Derick defended her. In a small way,it turned her on. She looked at her shoes and felt they were enjoyingthemselves. Looking in his direction, she watched him pouring over paperson the table in front of himself. He wasn't even. “Fucking pathetic queer white boy” and he resumed working on my nipples. I usually enjoy quite rough nipple play, but this was next level, he pulled, pinched and twisted until I was literally begging for mercy. I wish we’d agreed a safe word!more spitting followed, on my face and in my mouth as he forced me onto my bed doggy stylei had left some lube and condoms on the cabinet, just in case, and he used some lube on me, but ignored the condomshe was spanking me more now and his angry insults. The very epitome of my sweaty desire, the singular entity in this wretched world that actually provided some measure of relief from discontent stood before me. I lunged at her, gripping her face between my hands and kissing her passionately. At first she recoiled, and I feared that perhaps I had been too rough or presumptuous; ruing my hastiness in such a delicate matter. The relief I felt when she merely made a move to remove her top was indescribable. The smooth texture of her lips, velvet.