The sheriff seemed to realize this. He didn't like my just hanging there not responding properly to the blows. He stopped and moved around me. His han... gripped my sweat damp hair, yanking my head up. Angrily he pulled my head way back between my arms, thrusting my chest outward.I whimpered at this new abuse, at the pain coming from my hair at his brutal pulling. My throat tightened and hurt from the pressure of being forced so far back. Then the crop cracked down across my right breast.The thin. None of it made any sense any more but I found that after a few drinks I felt a lot better about life and my troubles and concerns just disappeared.To make matters worse it was around this time that I caught my wife and my good friend Jeff who was lead singer in the band that practiced at my house. Jeff was the brother of a long term school friend. I had taught him how to play a guitar many years before when he was just a kid. He was very talented and took to it very well, so well in fact that. I became silent. One look by him, and I knew I was going to be lost, punished and used. My anger subsided, my need for gratification made itself felt.“Whore, take your shirt and bra off!”, he calmly said to me. That word, the way he said it. There was no question that I was going to follow his orders. But part of me still felt a little of the anger and didn’t want to make it easy for him. First he thought he had a say in what I look like, and now he just wants me to submit. “No!”. “Ah, whore,. ‘Would you like to fuck me?’ I asked, breaking off the kiss, our eyes looking each other’s and giving him a chance to answer me. ‘Oh Mandy,’ he began before burying his head down to my neck. ‘Yes please,’ he breathed out. What an acrobatic dance we had as we tried to get his clothes off, but we managed and before we could drift apart, I managed to get a grip on his lovely erect cock and pull him towards me, moving down and taking the head of it into my mouth to give it a suck. He gave out a.