Then pop, in went the bell end! Sue seemed to relax, even though going back would be just as hard now. Masala was all sweaty with the effort. He looke... down on her releasing his hands from her head. He twitched his fat shaft and asked her if she loved it?Of course he was operating her head up and down with his cock spasms.'Hey love, you's done ma dick many taaames. Finks you can swallow him, big soldier in dat pretty white froat? Wats you fink,? he asked her.Then her head again bobbed up and. “Wait — I? Who is ‘I’?”I shrugged. “She. Her. Me. I. You know that this is my story. I’m telling it. So, do you want me to continue or not?”Of course they did.The pictures were of a fairly good quality, of a talented amateur kind. Vistas of the town, landscapes, the stuff that was, or had been, sold to tourists. Something seemed right. Something seemed wrong.“Come in,” a female voice said, “here is another room where you can see more of my stuff.”The voice had come from behind the coats. There. I looked up at him, he had a gratuitous grin spread all over his face, this man was going to see me as no man had ever seen before, then beat down on me, it was like a sado-masochistic sexual urge was coursing through his ice cold veins, I could visualize his powerful arm rising with the leather tause whistling through a wide arc, before dispensing the kinetic energy on the soft flanks of my buttocks, with a loud cracking noise, a deep distortion of my buttocks and a rising welt, not to mention. ‘Where did I go wrong.’ Still not being able to reach for the letter I waited for the coffee to brew then filled a large over size cup and once again sank down in my chair to stare at her letter. Two more cups later I finally reached out and took hold of the envelope shaking the rings to the side and opened it. Inside I found her letter telling me that she loved me but she needed more in her life and a set of divorce papers she had already signed. I looked the document over and realized she.