I felt a little awkward being in the back of a taxi, knowing that someone else was there. I needn’t worry though as I was wearing full tights so the...e was no actual contact with my pussy lips as he ground his hand over me. Kissing me deeply on the mouth, his tongue twirling against mine, he began to get rougher, pressing harder on my clit. I reached down to his zipper area and felt his cock throbbing through his jeans. I felt my pussy tingle deep inside and could feel it getting wetter. I. He started fingering my pussy slowly. I closed my eyes in pleasure.All of a sudden, I felt a chill roll down my spine as he put a vibrator on my clit! Ohhhh my goddd… I was shaking. He slapped my boobs in that condition and pinched my nipples. I was loving it.Now he pushed his dick in my pussy with the vibrator still on my clit. I was breathing heavily. That son of a bastard choked me. Fuck. I felt like his slut. I loved the pleasure and I surrendered completely. He was fucking me harder and. Hugh asked if I wanted anything to eat or drink. He had made some soup, he said, would I try it? I thought I might as well. After what I had done that day, Hugh's soup could not do much more damage. Actually, it was quite good. He followed this up with a glass of orange juice and some more aspirin. I gradually drifted off as he sat silent by the bed.Another DayI woke next morning feeling somewhat better. I got out of bed and walked quite firmly to the bathroom. I removed the blood soaked. .................................................................................................................................................................................... "Honey, can you take out the trash? I asked you to do this 2 and a half hours ago!" Ugh. The life I live. The name's Raymond, but you can call me Ray. I'm 26, and the woman you just heard whining about the trash is Hana, my girlfriend of 7 years, and recently turned fiance. She's 25, and we met in college. Well, she.