" Oh God no... , Clete... please. What about our white wedding?" Nancy begged, his use of the four-letter work sensually knifing up between her legs w...th a strange fiery excitement. She had never heard it used before with such definite meaning... in fact, she wasn't certain she'd ever heard it actually spoken! "Please... please don't... think of our future!"Clete threw her onto his bed and glared drunkenly down at her. "These sheets are white enough for our wedding?" he snarled. "Goddamn, Nancy. She was experienced and had moved here two years prior and had very few friends and no friends in the lifestyle. She was married also and promised she could be discrete. We soon met and it was a hot affair. I had never been rough with a woman or treated one like she wanted me to so I had to learn what she wanted. She loved to be degraded and called dirty names. Whore, Slut, Fuckhole. She love for me to tell her that she was only good for one thing, using as a cumdumpster. As strange as this was. " I don't mean to, but you admit you fuck around on Jim." Not all that much. A few times."I reached out and cuped one of her fine tits in my hand, "I bet they all love these." and I squeezed it and rolled it in my hand. She closed her eyes and softly moaned her pleasure. I pinched the nipple and she gasped quietly. She made no move to stop what I was doing. I was sure she wouldn't. After a couple of moments of enjoying she said in a whisper, "Jim might come in..." No he won't, he just sits on. I didn’t had any wrong intentions at that moment as I was worried about her.Her family was going out for 1 week leaving her back alone as they had to attend a function and she had to prepare for her entrance exams. She said this to me I was quite happy as there might not be much restrictions to meet and talk in phone as well. After two or so she called me up and said I am feeling lonely and scared alone at home and asked me to accompany her. I didn’t had any wrong intentions at that moment as I.