Then he began slapping me. I just figured that, in our relationship, someone had to be the husband, and someone else the wife. And there was no doubt ...ho was who in our situation. I mean, Jay was always apologetic after a fight, especially if he had given me a black eye or a fat lip, and the makeup sex was really hot. In some ways it excited me when he got angry and hit me, because it made me feel secure in the sense that I knew he loved me. I had seen the same dynamic in my mother's. It was Saturday, so everyone, including Jane and Ann, took part in the community bathing that night after supper. What made it so much fun was that the men washed the women, paying special attention to their most interesting parts, and the women did the same for the men. Andy washed the two new women, since they were still a little skittish around the other men. Ann and Jane were relieved when the men made no comments about their scars beyond the original inquiry as to their origin, and ignored. .I desired their huge cocks penetrating and mouth fucking me, as my boyfriend was tied up and watching..I wanted to see his hard woody soar, as I was gagging down a juicy cock...There were four cocks in the other room, each one of them, was more handsome than the next... How I wanted them to fuck me up the ass and eat me out, until I sprayed the whole room with my juice...They all had girlfriends, none of which, I was friends with... So, I didn't care how they fucked me or how I fucked and. His focus is solely on my pussy, “Back to my earlier comment, I thought I said to suck the dogs?” “Yes, Sir, you certainly did and it was very clear to me, honest. But … I don’t mean to make excuses, Sir, but …” and I start explaining how it began and continued. But he had a different question now. He is staring between my legs, orders me on my back, open my legs, and raise my knees to my chest, “Where is the egg, Michele?” “That was the problem, Sir. Between the egg and bullet vibrating and my.