She had remained kneeling when he pulled out of her mouth to run the water, his obedient subject, hands on thighs, face red and wet. He led her to the...tub by her hand, helped her in, and let her soak, immersed in impossibly warm water while he left the room. Then, when she was completely warmed, he helped her to stand and began to wash her. The water wasn't the only impossible thing. He was impossibly gentle and caring of her wounds, especially the bruise around her eye and the new welts on her. The common denominator in all of the differing cases was misery.For both spouses life was usually terrible after the divorce. People always talked about how it eventually got better. It really didn't. What happened was that after a few years, people just got used to being alone and they got used to being miserable.Most of the men went back to living like bachelors. For most of them that meant living in some shitty apartment alone, with no one to take care of them. The more well off men simply. It wasn't a demanding kiss yet still asked a question. Marion would need to answer that question although she wasn't certain what it was. As she snuggled into bed her libido asked her wouldn't she like to kiss him again and perhaps reward him with a better view of her breasts at some time? Marion would say no, but Marianne told her yes, the look of wonder and delight on his face would make her feel so good.Charles arrived home earlier than she thought on Friday afternoon. It would appear that. She tells him that she doesn't want him to do this and begs him to please stop.He reaches up with one hand and slaps her across the face as eh tells her that she needs to be quiet. Then he goes back to what he was doing, sticking his tongue in and out of her, fucking her with his tongue. When he has had enough of that, he moves off of the bed, takes his clothes off and climbs back on top of her. He makes his way up to her mouth and tells her to suck his cock like a nice little bitch. But.