Instead, he insulted her. He cussed her out in front of the kids, whenever he spoke to her: bitch, slut, whore, cunt. She was all of these, but he did...'t have to get the kids involved.Tammy was 33 years old, when we met at work. I was 24. After a long night of heavy drinking and smoking pot, she drove me home. I had no problem convincing her to come up to my apartment. We were both drunk. We made out on the couch. By the end of the night, I'd shot a load into her mouth, which she swallowed, and. None of the moonlight made its way here. I crouched by the base of the stairs for a while, I could hear Lynette's fitful breathing but I could not see her.After a while, I could see, in the center of the room a dark shape, the cot we'd used before I imagine. On it, there was a darker blob, Lynette, covered by a blanket, lying motionless on the hard surface. She appeared to be sleeping, or at least resting. She whimpered in her sleep, whether from the memories or the residual pains from the. I had no idea what evil plans she had for using this equipment. But, I knew that her power over me was absolute. I heard a click that I assumed must be the microphone being turned off. Faintly, I heard what sounded like a second voice... a male one. A two-way conversation ensued, but I could not make out what they were saying. Suddenly I felt the cuff on my right ankle being pushed upward, and a second, very hard and cold cuff put on beneath it. I didn't know it, but this was the ankle cuff. Kim then got on top of him and slipped his cock into her wet pussy. I moved up behind her and tongue-fucked of her ass. Occasionally I would pull out Brian’s cock to lick and suck his cock. “Please, fuck my ass,” I heard Kim say. I reached down to the bottom of the bed and grabbed the lube. I placed some lube on Kim’s ass hole and pushed two fingers into her. My fingers fucked her hole while she rode her husband’s cock. I put lube on my cock. After I removed fingers from her ass, I placed the.