Two weeks left in New York. I had a hard run through Central Park, trying to run past unease and frustration but feeling it keeping pace with me. When...I arrived at Martha's I was covered with sweat.Martha was in the kitchen shower. She swept aside the shower curtain and peered out at me. I stood in the living room, panting, pulling my soppy t-shirt over my head and then hurling it to the floor, where it landed with a loud, wet slap.She said, "You don't know when to give up, do you? It's too hot. I knew that he would love the back-view once he gets back. My back was completely opened and the apron was only in front till my navel.He got back in 5 mins and smiled at me. I knew that his smile told everything and I was just gonna be fucked in the kitchen in few mins. I just winked at him and started stirring the chicken gravy as if nothing happened. He hugged me from behind and slapped my butt cheeks and grunted “ I love my bitch wife who is always ready to please and worship my cock.”To. Almost without pause, he whipped her from shoulders to feet, front and back. She screamed until she lost her voice, and his cock was throbbing by the time his arm tired. His back was to the door, and he grasped his shaft and started pumping it. He tensed when he felt arms wrap around him from behind and move his hand off his cock. Please let me, My Lord, Kaneez said softly, and she stroked him firmly for a few moments, and then he turned around and pushed her to her knees. She immediately. One arm was crumpled under me and the other was behind my back where Lisa had fallen on top of me."Fuck!" Lisa yelled. She rolled off me and started a methodical check of my body. "Do you have feeling in your hands?" Fuck, yes," I cried. "And my nose and my shoulders. I think my nose is broken, though." Oh, crap! I'm sorry, Linc. They took your chair. Who the hell dumps a man out of a wheelchair?" she shouted at no one in particular."I should have known. How stupid can I be?" I moaned."What?".