He seemed very respectful and understanding of what we wanted, so we agreed to meet him at his place one weekend evening. We dressed for the weathe... (summertime), so we were both in shorts. I wore a polo and sweetwife wore a sleeveless shirt. We packed a change of clothes for her just in case and were out the door. I could tell sweetwife was equal parts nervous and excited. She asked if we could stop for a quick drink to help her relax, but I already arranged with Ryan to have a few. Donna had agreed as this doctor at least knew partially what was going on. Therefore, she would be able to react upon it, understanding Donna’s ‘problems’ a bit better, and the rest of her family was barely sick. As far as het itch was concerned, the doctor indicated after some inspection she saw some irritation, but nothing serious, no infection, luckily. Yet, the itch didn’t go, even when she used more lubricant, and thus her juices kept on flowing, increasing day by day. The itch even made. " See? That was the first smart thing you've said this entire phone call. Go to sleep now. You're going to need a lot of stamina soon!"Finding somebody to take over David's lease was a snap. Paco and Cecilia took it instantly. They eagerly accepted the furniture too since they were moving from a furnished apartment. They haggled a bit over it, and in the end David had to accept some payment.The scooter took a bit longer, but he found a buyer for that too. He incurred a loss there, but that was. " I sobbed. The pain was intense as he bit down hard on my nipple again. I screamed as my body was rocked with the pain. "What are you." I was defeated. I couldn't take any more pain. "I'm a slut." I mumbled, tears rolling down my face. Humiliated by my own husband. "I can't hear you." he shouted at me. "I'm a slut." I sobbed louder. "Your Pauline and your a slut. What are you?" I'm Pauline and I'm a slut." I cried. "Again." he ordered. "I'm Pauline and I'm a slut." He started laughing. ".