“Oh god yes! Fuck me Mr. Jacobs! Fuck my little school girl pussy!” he was feeding his cock up into my sloppy cunt as his hands roamed my body in ...earch of my tits. When he found them he latched on hard and started to work himself in and out of my fuckhole. “Mr. Jacobs! YES YES YES!!!! Fucking pound me!” as his speed increased so did his grip on my large tits. It hurt a little but at the same time felt so fucking good.“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! You’re little cunt feels so fucking good Chloe” he was. I wasn't on the verge oftears, but usually it was Katherine who would feel sorry for me, andfinally put an end to my torment. He would make comments about how Ishould join Katherine in the kitchen doing the dishes. That would makeme mad and somehow also make me twinge. The fact was, I did want to joinher there rather than be subject to his ridicule, but I tried to standfirm.He wanted Katherine to be the compliant, proper, obedient housewife,which for the most part she was. But Frank's. She was the type of girl they call bubbly, with lots ofyouthful enthusiasm. Kristi was a very attractive young lady in her midtwenties with a terrific body. She must have had 'D' cup breasts andalways wore tight clothing to show them off. Today she had on a shortblack skirt and a purple sweater, as tight as ever. "Hi, Gregory," shesaid and I said 'hi' back to her. "So we're finally going to dosomething about those eyebrows, are we?" Yes, they really to be neatened up, don't they?". " Do we need to do this?" He asked."I'd really appreciate it." she pleaded.I grinned at him, and said, "I would do anything I could to make thiswedding a success. and I could ... make it worth your while, after."He smiled at that, and said, "Okay. I'm in."So a few weeks later, we went to a costume shop, and found me a tux thatwould fit me, and then we found a dress for my love to wear. "You better not be laughing at me!" he growled while trying the dress on."Oh no. Just the opposite. That.