She came in carefully. Perhaps she thought that I might hit her. At least that is the way she behaved. “I’m just having trouble dealing with it al.... I wanted you to myself. I know that I don’t own you but it seems that every woman that I care about in the world has to cheat on me. I’m probably to blame but I don’t understand why it always happens to me. I thought you were different to all the others. I thought you were special.”“I’m just a woman. Like every other person, I just want to be. Tomorrow we would do the sit down thing. For the moment I was going to have to pretend that everything was peachy, I was too tired to be an effective inquisitor, but tomorrow, tomorrow would be the day.Oatmeal again, well it was good for the waistline, or so she regularly assured me. I sat with my coffee across from her. It was Thursday, her day off from Mac's. She seemed in a good mood; no doubt feeling good about successfully fulfilling her "duty." I had to think that her feeling so might be. He pulled back all the way, and then jabbed it home once again. Then he began fucking her in earnest, pumping his thick hard prick deep in her minty tight pussy.A wet flame stabbed up Tammie’s cunt. The rigid pulsating meat of her rapist had jammed her cunt full.He felt her opening up for it. She began moving her pelvis around, giving little thrusts back with her pussy. He began hammering it in her, rapping his dick up and down, sawing it back and forth.“Oh – ah – unh. , Us cunts know our place, which is?.like (giggle) lower than A dog, I mean isn’t that horrible?comparing me to a dog?that is so insulting? to DOGS. (giggle) I mean, like, dogs are smart and worth something! not like us cunts (giggle)! We cunts don’t remember much, that’s why it’s soooo great that we have thoughtful men like trainer Tim, to keep reminding us how stupid we are, otherwise we might forget! Anyway?.everyone knows that our owners get to pick our names, like with any animal. I hope.