The coach had yelled at him to get his act together. He’d used the sled until his shoulder hurt from the shoulder pad digging into it. He was exhaus...ed, which was where he wanted to be. He wanted his body to ache so that his mind only thought about the pain he was feeling.Time to knock off came and he trudged into the locker room with the other players. He stripped with his back to Ryan, determined not to even glance in his direction. Grabbing his towel and wrapping it around his waist he went. Soaking his white t-shirt and tight fitting blue jeans, with holes in the knee. "Don't struggle baby, it'll be a lot easier if you don't struggle," he told her, a cruel smile spreading across his handsome face. She began clawing at him and trying to bite him, desperate to free herself. To save her life. "Stupid little bitch," he said angrily, as her teeth sunk into his hand. He pulled tighter on the cord. The poor girl couldn't breathe. Her eyes widened in terror. She knew she was about to die.. He hugged her tight, and then -- guiltily -- raised his arms to her shoulders. He sprinkled her face with kisses.“I warn you,” she said, “I’m not sure.”“It doesn’t matter. Well, it matters, matters enormously, but it doesn’t affect the fact that I love you.”“It doesn’t matter enormously right now. Whether I’m pregnant will matter enormously next summer.”With the income from the trust, he didn’t have to look for funding before he could go somewhere to anthropologize, but the people he was. She slowly took it in her mouth and began to suck it. ‘I’m going to fuck you so hard, bitch, you’ll forget that dick less husband of yours.’ I looked at the man now. He was old, at least would be almost seventy years old. ‘Look at your whore wife, man. She’s sucking my cock on her own now.’ He was right. Now Anita was sucking that cock as she grabbed it with her hands… ‘Your slut wife is my cunt now. Are you ready for a good fucking session, bitch?’ ‘Tell me you want it, bitch. Tell me you.