"We're sorry for your loss, Mr. Holder. I'm guessing you want some particulars in your wife's death. She was a passenger in her vehicle driven by Bill...Akers. Preliminary tests showed both had consumed enough alcohol so that they were drunk."Mr. Akers hit a light pole at a high rate of speed. Your wife didn't have on her seatbelt and was found pinned under the dashboard. The impact had broken her neck. The medical examiner said she died very quickly." What about Bill Akers? Is he still alive?" I. I took turns in sucking her boobs one by one and dried them out. I even bird fed her with her own milk.Later she took off my pants and I could see the satisfaction in her eyes. She said, “Reshma was lucky to have a guy with a decent dick to satisfy her. Unlike me stuck with a small dick guy.” She slowly took my dick in her mouth. The moment she took my dick I knew that she never had done this before.But she was trying hard. So I guided her with it. She learned soon and was doing a decent job.. She stroked him very gently until she was sure he would not waken, and then took him deep into her mouth. Bobbing gently up and down she was soon rewarded with a gushing mouthful of his semen which she did her best to swallow. Then he groaned a little in his sleep and turned away; soon afterwards she too slept again.Her next awakening was an abrupt yank on her arm and she found herself thrown across the whipping bench and swiftly shackled wrists and ankles into place. This shocked her into full. "Sort of." I began. He offered me a glass of whiskey and I took it. "He said you like..." I was suddenly shy in front of his handsome, sexy man. "...'Grudge fucking'?" I said, emphasising the quotation marks. "Aye." He said, leaning back into a chair opposite me. "I like it very rough." I nodded and gulped my whiskey. "How do you feel about that, Beth?" I finished my whiskey and he moved to pour me some more."I like the idea." I said. "I like it a lot." Donald didn't sit down again, but instead.