.two…" She didn't move. "Three!” I brought my hand down on her cheek—hard. Heather let out a small scream.“Let’s try that again,” I said. ...��One…two…” This time I felt bad about hitting her, but if I stopped now, I might lose my chance to assert dominance. “Three!” I slapped her even harder. “Suck my cock or we keep doing this. It’s your choice. One…two…”She started crying again.“...three!” Another slap.Tears still streaming down her face, she sat up in bed and took my cock in her hand, then. Even though she was perfectly willing to take her share of the blame for what had happened she was growing weary of Henry's undoubting assumption that everything that ever had or would go wrong with their marriage was due to her innumerable shortcomings. In fact, even if he did finally recover from his anger and shock, she had a strange feeling that she would never be able to really forgive him for the way he had been treating her.Something radical had happened to their relationship Friday. I don't want any of my cum to spill out from your mouth or her pussy, UNDERSTAND!"I started sucking the cum out of her pussy like I was sucking on a straw. It was the worst experience of my life. I finally got most of the cum out and I sat up. They both laughed at me as I wiped the cum off my face and they started to get dressed and they left.I went home and was in a daze until my wife came home the next night. She looked like she been fucking non stop since she left me."Mark, I hope you. I moved right away to her side and ran my hand over her back and ass. She had no panties on, NOTHING beneath the silky-feeling thin fabric dress. I feel her pussy thru the fabric. I felt her tits...same. No bra.Perky little tits, prominent nipples.I rubbed and lifted both her tits thru her dress, all the time admiring her dress, her tits, her nipples. Im telling her how nice her tits and nipples are. By now, John had returned and was standing at the other wall, watching us. (that's his.