She saw the look in Myron’s eyes; he didn’t trust Ric or like him, despite not knowing him. She was going to have to think of a lie to get herself...away from the party for half an hour at least. She sighed angrily. She hated lying to her husband. A voice went off her in head, full of self-hate and scorn. You should be used to lying to him. Your whole marriage is a sham, the voice told her.For the remainder of the night Jennifer tried to justify taking Ric up on his invitation. She tried to. Looked closer. My fear was replaced by surprise, then – disbelief.I jumped to the window and kneeled to level with him, I placed my forehead on the glass and my palm to match his. Raindrops ran on his side of the glass, tears streaked on mine.“Ira… My baby… How…?”He did not mouth any words, he smiled still being pounded by the rainstorm, as if it was perfectly normal to come back from a grave, as if he had not had an accident, as if I had not caressed his coffin.I closed my eyes and wailed. If. He grunted as he raised his right hand and spanked her right cheek repeatedly. Karissa moaned as she embraced the rough sex. However, Jason was ready to switch things up again. He pulled out of her and stared at her freshly fucked ass for a couple seconds. “Your ass is so fucking perfect,” Jason told her. “Hey, why do you think I made the cheerleader squad?” Karissa joked. “Hey, it actually does makes sense,” he commented. “Alright, now get down on your back. And make sure you keep that. She was apparently, not quite finished with the arm binder yet. She guided a set of 2? wide straps up over my shoulders, crossed them at my chest, then fed them under my armpits. The pinching and tugging I felt left no doubt that she was buckling the straps to the binder. Whatever fairytale hopes I had of shrugging it off, evaporated. Whilst still on my stomach, my blonde assailant retrieved a bottle of alcohol and two wide adhesive pads. After splashing some alcohol on my ass, she peeled.