." Fuck your mother Sarah! I didn't marry your mother; I married you. And I'm telling you right now that if you don't believe in having sex unless you...are trying to make babies this marriage is over before it even starts because I'm not going to go five or six years without sex." Five or six years?" Damned right. I'm not going to saddle myself with kids until I've had a little time to enjoy life." But my mothe..." Forget it Sarah. Go home and live with your mother," I said as I got up and. Frankie had been a police cadet with the department for four years. He’d honed his skills working out with his friend Greg Atkinson, one of the course instructors. ‘Stay down, Ronny, please!’ Frankie repeated when he saw Ronny again struggling to get to his feet. ‘I don’t want to hurt you any more.’ ‘You fucking bastard!’ Ronny yelled. ‘I’ll show you who’s going to get hurt you bastard!’ He reached to his belt, took a folding knife with a five-inch blade out of the scabbard there, and opened. ” I looked at Lana – “It is your turn Lana, but I also owe Rochelle for giving me such a beautiful sight earlier.” I offered Lana my hand, and pulled her next to me. “Now, Lana, I did ask you to be willing to fuck yourself on my dick, and that is still what I want. But,” I said, as she started to get up. “here’s how I want you to do it.” I took Lana and turned her away from me, keeping her thighs touching and pulled her down, until finally my cock was pressing against her pussy. I spread my. He picks me up again and shoves my cunt back down again. This time he held me there, grinding my clit and pussy into the wood. He did this over and over. My whole pussy felt like it was being rubbed away. He started making me ride and fuck the horse really fast and hard. The pain was too much for me to take. I must've passed out cause that was my last memory of him torturing my cunt. The next thing I remember was feeling a sharp pain in my tit. I came back to and open my eyes. I look down and.