"I don't give a fuck how old you are cunt ".Megan lay there weak and shaking with fear while I raped her small cunt and shot my load in her. Finished ... then got a bottle and pushed it up her lovely small cunt and the bitch squealed with the pain. Then I bound her ankles together leaving the bottle shoved up her cunt. I got her ball gag and shoved it in her mouth and fastened the straps at the back of her head. I left the bitch lying there on the floor looking at me in terror and sobbing. My. The wife saw to the regular cleaning of the small corridors on each floor as well as the stairwell, all this being carpeted. Alongside their apartment was a utility room, i.e. laundry, that held several washing machines and tumble driers. She also, for a small fee, would do our laundry and ironing which helped us enormously. After we had signed the contract and bought the place, Bernie, on my behalf, had given the caretaker fifty pounds to see to our apartment being carpeted properly. It wouldn’t be the last.“Not in the way that you’d think,” I replied. “Kate’s just not capable of closing herself off from other experiences. That isn’t the way she works.” I stopped, and thought about what I was going to say next. “If we’re going to make it together, its something I need to accept.” A part of me deep inside ached for a moment. I left it there.Megan looked at me, and didn’t push things any further. She rolled back onto her stomach and pulled the laptop towards her.“Show me. Looking back on her relationship with him she realized that it was more satisfying than her silly marriage even if they had only coupled the one night under the watching moon. Her husband had taken to drink and the use of his thick black belt as an instrument of punishment for imagined mistakes. She knew that in all honesty she had accepted it all because she did have a deep-seated conviction he was her soul-mate underneath all his faults.Honey pushed all those negative thoughts out of her head.