It only was not enough.You always "made love" to me slowly and gently, and always gave me the best orgasms — but many times I just needed to be "fuc...ed hard". You know the difference. While I tried to hint at this need many times — you insisted that "making love" was the best way of showing love.So, even before we got married I had to make a choice. Leave you and seek what I physically needed — or marry you and lead a double life.I chose the later option because I loved you too much to lose. When I opened the door and stepped inside, I was not prepared for what I was seeing. Sasha smiled and said that Tess was not cooperating so they had to help her. Tess was tied to my bed, her arms together and up over her head, secured to the headboard. Her legs were spread and and tied to the post at the foot of the bed. Her pussy was wet and glistening in the lights, spread open. A look at the shiny wet com of John confirmed that he had been fucking her.Bianca squeezed my hand tight and then. ’ She looked with pleading eyes at Jean-Marie, but he only nodded at the chair. Reluctantly she sat down and the man opened his case, pulling out a cover and wrapping it carefully around her neck. ‘Oh gods, there’s going to be blood!’ she thought and felt her stomach tighten. Her attention got drawn by him unfolding the rest of his case and she feared she’d see needles and anything painful she could imagine, then noticed scissors, combs and brushes, hair products. ‘You’re a hair stylist.’ she. In November, I ask Eritrea to help me with my f****y’s Christmas. ‘I want this to be the best Christmas ever for mom and Robbie, but, how do I do it without them finding out what I have done to get the money?’ ‘Well, I don’t know. Maybe Don can help. He has always had a lot of money.’ Don comes over Saturday afternoon and we tell him of my concerns. His suggestion is simple. I won a lottery and Eritrea collected for me. There wasn’t any publicity because of Eritrea’s profession. The officials.