I tried to drink coffee by tilting my head to keep if off the cuts, but nothing worked. Every time I thought about the pain in my mouth, I decided tha... I should have gone for option three and planted the damn gun on the boyfriend.Since I was smaller, the three kicks I delivered probably made us about even. The zap with the stun gun was just a bonus point for our side. The Mustang was in the impound, the Pros from Dover had their film. I had the swollen cheek, black eye and chopped up mouth. All. I asked her to do a strip tease for me she was wearing a maroon saree.She removed the saree first then her blouse and slowly each and every thing until she was completely naked then I removed my clothes and started kissing her and sucked her boobs for about 15 minutes. I drank almost every drop of milk from her breast. I asked her whether she had been fucked in the ass before, she said no. I told her that I am going to fuck her ass she got scared and begged me not to, she said that I could do. She registered it all even as she focused on the preternaturally still figure of her husband in front of her, his tension revealed to her by the unnatural stillness of his neutral expression. He had told her, years ago, that his training as a litigator had trained him for that; a reflexive response to uncertainty. She had seen versions of it before, but none had carried the weight of it.He knew. But she knew he knew. And he had to know that she knew he knew. And so on and so forth. Neither Doug. He brings a hand to my cheek and caresses it, before kissing my forehead. I lean to kiss his lips, but he holds me back. I have not earned the right to kiss my Master.I smile, knowing it's my time and push the coat off my shoulders. I open the door and great the world, my nude body instantly gaining attention. With a numb mind I march with a purpose to the orange phallus. It seems so unassuming, so random.Master could have pulled up right along side of it. He could have made it easier for me..