Making me feel like a worthless piece. Why do I want nothing more than to be yours? My body aching, just wanting to feel your love. My teeth stay sma...hed into my lip, trying to stay quiet, so as to not make you mad, just wanting to please you, day in and day out, but getting nothing in return. Your hand on my head, my eyes shooting their glance to you while soft purrs fill my throat, eyes glancing between lips and eyes, making me blush and bite my lip in embarrassment. Why can’t I be myself. He moaned with relief, and was answered by a shift of the dog at his side, which lifted its head into Hester’s lap. There was no more to be done, Hester let go of consciousness and fell heavily asleep. When he awoke, the cave was empty. He knew this even before he opened his eyes, for the immediate stench of dog had lessened. His instinct was confirmed when he dared a glance around his surroundings. Dim light had found its way into the small cave and revealed it vacant, save for himself. It was. She was fully naked looking herself at a mirror.Then other pictures were showing Ana in different lingerie outfits. The last one really scared me: I recognized Ana’s body lying on our marital bed. She was on her back, legs wide spread open and her fingers were inside her pussy lips…Then I called that black bastard and yelled at him he was a real son of a bitch. Jim laughed through the phone and he said he had warned me that someday he would fuck my slutty wife…He added that he had still more. College expanded her interests in and experiences with sex. She experiment with other women; had multiple partners; and even seduced a faculty member or two. When she was home during college breaks and summers, she continued to swap body fluids with farm hands, but concentrated her sexual adventures with salesmen who would visit the farm. Equipment salesmen, feed salesmen, it didn’t matter. She did most of them wherever she could find some privacy; in their trucks or cars, the barn, behind.