It didn't matter. This wasn't the first time they had made love that day. Of that, she was certain. And while sure they had done it before, she could...'t remember if this was the second or third or maybe even the fourth time. That didn't matter, either. At that moment, Lynn couldn't even remember how many days they had been married, or how long they had been staying in this furnished, attic apartment while she crammed for her nursing boards, the gruelling, day-long test that would, if she. Her breasts were big, capped with fat, pink nipples. She was rubbing her swelling pink nipples, as she lay back on the bed with her eyes closed. Mark crept closer to the window of her bedroom, and unzipped his pants freeing his rigid cock.She was very tan, and her stark white breasts heaved as she twisted and pulled her now crimson nipples. As Mark watched, she lowered one hand to her twat and began to stroke up and down her vulva. Mark could see her fingers shine with her pussy juice as she. She would only sigh in pretended resignation and accept it there. In truth, Sam grew to like it and would have missed this close contact if it had ceased. And then of course there was the erotic dream that Sam began to have almost every night. Many times when she woke up, she would have to make a beeline for the bathroom and clean up the evidence of her wet dreams.During the evenings while they were awake, they exercised, Sam cooked while Amy watched, they swam and they spent a lot of time with. She slapped me across the backside and said something like, “Shut the fuck up, you stupid blonde cunt! I paid a considerable sum of money for your cute blonde ass and I’ll fuck you up it whenever I feel like it! If I want to shove the rubber cock up your sweet ass, twice a day, every day, then I will and the sooner you learn your place, and do what you’re told, the better it’ll be for you. You’re my fuck-puppet, and don’t you ever forget it. I’m not a violent woman at heart, but if you make.