Joe slapped her ass hard without answering.Nancy could feel the large earring dangling from her left ear and braced herself for the right ear that wou...d surely follow.Instead, he pulled her arms up behind her back and shackled her wrists and elbows together. A moment later, Joe touched something to her ass and almost instantly felt white-hot pain. "Yeeoww!" she screamed."What the fuck are you doing to me, mother fucker?" she demanded."You will be silent, cow!" Joe screamed and shoved the cattle. " Well, from what I have been able to see of you, I think those persons were wrong."She smile again before changing the subject and pointed at my gold wedding band. "So you are married? Happily?"I pulled off my band and examined it before looking back at her, "Yes, I am married. Happily? Not in the traditional sort of way." Not in the traditional? Does that mean you have an open marriage or something?" Beauty and brains, yum."Sort of." Sort of? Let me guess, it is complicated." Yes and no." And. After wasting another 45 minutes in trying to figure out the issue, we found that it will take atleast 10 hours to restore the power.I asked her to stay at our house with her k**s. She was shy at first but agreed. I took them to my flat and on seeing the AC in the bedroom both the k**s wanted to sleep there. I had no other option but to sleep in the couch as a refugee in my own house. Little did I know how that decision would turn out to be the best. As she tucked the k**s to bed and came to. Other boys there might dream of the soft little cunts they were allowed to enter, of the velvet folds of them tightly around their lust-hardened rods, but not Kurt. His dreams were more like nightmares. He dreamt often of himself in the frozen north, his rifle slick to the touch from ice, with hordes of wild Russians attacking and killing him in every imaginable way. No, Kurt did not dream of girls. He was determined to outlive the war and, by any means at his disposal, to survive. He had.