For the thousandth time I wondered how I had ended up married to that monster. When we were kids the nagging bitch and I were neighbors and walked to ...chool together. One day she all but dragged me into her house and demanded I fuck her. We fucked and I loved her pussy. After that it became almost a ritual, We walked to school, spent the day “learning” and came to her house and fucked. We were fourteen when nagging bitch got pregnant. We were fifteen when nagging bitch had Brandy and we were. Immediately as I entered the room, Dave could not resist drawing me close to him slipping his finger between my legs to feel my wetness which sent my tummy into tumbles of excitement. Then wanting to push the envelope to excite us further, he loosened the sash; confident that by the time I reached the front door it would fall free as though by accident. As I returned my knees were trembling and I was very conscious of the wetness between my legs. I teasingly kept my eyes locked on his,. I walked around the bar. As I was walking back to my stool I stopped and stared at her great big ass hanging off her bar stool. Her jeans sat low and I could see her white thong ride high on her hips. She arched her back and I could get a better view of her big juggs under her blouse. I smiled as a sat down next to her. She turned and put her hand on my elbow to steady herself at the bar. "Looks like just a few people left for the night. Is this your favorite hangout or bar." she said. "It's. His deep masculine voice was calm and self-assured, a chocolate brown sweet syrup that lulled her spider sense to sleep. His strong hands were warm and gentle as he clipped the buckles on her cuffs to chair anchors, and he told her a funny story about a model who had gone home on the subway still wearing her bondage cuffs.Then the mobile camera guy moved around her supine form, framing her fleshy thighs and the perky puddles of her breasts. All the time her eyes moved with him, and she tried.