"There's a couple over there, and they're fucking." She regarded her beloved mother with big, round, serious eyes."She can't possibly know what that w...rd means..." began Callee, innocent of the knowledge level of children of the Diaspora.Unfortunately for Callee's comfort level, the five-year-old had heard her. She turned to the redhead, and explained with an exasperated rolling of eyes and a deadly monotone, "They're breeding." You could almost hear the unvoiced complaint of "Stupid adults!". The same thing at 6:00, but at 7:00 I heard some voices off in the back round. I knew one of them was my wife but I didn’t recognize the other one. It was definitely a male voice though. I continued to watched the video as the voices were louder then before. My wife and this other guy were now coming into our bedroom. I had to admit my heart began to sink as they both walked in to our room. My wife told him, “Please, I don’t think I can go through with this. I am still married to my husband and. In the apartment Gloria was looking around to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything. When she was done she headed for the door and I stepped in front of her and held out my hand palm up and said:"Keys to the apartment and truck."She dug through her hand bag, came up with them and handed them to me. I stepped aside so she could leave and she said:"Don't I even get a kiss goodbye?" Your boyfriend out there might not approve."I turned and walked away from her and she left the apartment and. I walk away for a while but you hardly notice. When I come back the next slaps are different, more intense. In each of my hands is a short, broad leather paddle and the rhythm starts again, alternating from one cheek to another in the same slow but inevitable sequence. SLAP! .... SLAP! .... SLAP! Let it out! .... Let it out!"I can't!!!!" You yell out, crying uncontrollably. "I can't" Oh yes you can." The rhythm doesn't stop. "You can. Do you want to?" Yes! Yes! I want to. But I can't ... I.
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