Finding a garden spade he turned back to me, grinning. Without warning he swung the top of the handle into my belly. I couldn't scream because I ...ouldn't breathe. Yet the pain was agonizing; all I could do was release my bladder and bowels. They laughed. I was lifted up so the pressure of the rope on my throat was relieved. "What's your friend's address?" he repeated. I could only cough and wheeze. "Right, you stubborn little bitch, this time it'll be the blade of the spade in. We’d managed to build a fairly successful restaurant business over the years — years spent side by side, together — and then an unexpected opportunity had come along one fine September day. A friend wanted to buy our place, and the opportunity looked like one of those ‘once in a lifetime’ shots at breaking away from the grind that you always hear — and dream about. But was breaking away what we wanted? We were at the top of our game, making good money and enjoying ourselves to boot. Yet I. Pam wasn't helping...she continued to buy Jerry girl's clothes. She thought it was fun, the things being so cute. Jerry loved them...I'm not sure whether because they were just new items or because they were pretty, and he continued to wear them and slowly began to act very effeminate while Pam encouraged it.. My threats of doing girl's work no longer worked...he jumped right into the tasks at the mention of it. I think Pam was allowing this to happen as her way of getting back at men. . You set me down on the bed. You pull off your shirt as I slowly kiss your stomach and sides. I start to undo your jean shorts. I slowly slide them and your boxer briefs down. I start to kiss and lick all around your cock moaning as I do. I slowly slide my tongue up and down the shaft of your cock. On the way back down your shaft I lick and kiss the head of your cock. You start to undo my bra as I slowly slide the head of your cock into my mouth. With my hands free I slide my panties off. You.