But I finally managed to humiliate the filthy bastard, by telling him that his dick was too little to feel it in my anus…As he left me there alone, ... cleaned myself and went back down to the boring party. This filthy bastard had ripped my tiny thong off from my body, keeping the ragged cloth as a souvenir for her wife.I saw my loving husband was sitting down close to an old lady; chatting with her as he had a glass of red wine in his hand and a vague look in his eyes. I then knew that Victor. You will not be eating with us tonight and I don’t want to see you again until the morning.' Feeling more ashamed than I had ever felt in my life I glanced at them both. The look in their eyes said it all. Sheila's were full of triumph and barely concealed excitement and humour - she owned me now and knew it and she could do with me as she liked – and looked like she would!David, on the other hand, had utter scorn in his eyes. Whilst I'd learned a healthy respect for my father-in-law, I knew. I unzipped the other side then saw them. I looked up at Karen and she was looking right at the panties.I stuffed them down in my back pocket and took the T-shirts out and lay them in his chair.“Those are the new Outlaw shirts, aren’t they? I tried to buy one for Aunt Sheila and myself and they were out of them. Do you have any more? I’d love to have one to sleep in. I’d pay you for it.”I almost told her we could trade for it but I knew I’d get reported and be expelled. If it had been one of. "What's he doing?" Darla asked."He's talking horse, if we're to believe his daughter. He's whispering, communicating the same way horses communicate with each other. Nora says it's a soft, subtle language, almost a whisper, and that her daddy is what's known as a horse whisperer."Look at her eyes, her expression, Darla thought. My mother's communicating, too, using the silent language that flows from a woman to a man to show affection, to express interest, maybe even love. Yep. Mom's got it.