Other than black stockings, a suspender belt and black stilettos, she was stark naked. If that was not enough, what really caught my attention was the...fact that she had each silken clad leg d****d over the arms of the lounge. Her clean shaven pussy was stretched wide by the biggest black dildo I have ever seen. She had her eyes almost closed and was easing the dildo in and out of her gaping cunt in a rhythmic movement. My mouth went dry and my cock tugged at my jeans, she just looked so bloody. I remember how vivid my anger was, I was literally seeing red. I had removed my heels and earrings and left them on the counter of the bar. I pulled my hair back and moved my rings on both hands to the middle and index fingers. Once ready, I proceeded to walk towards them, with the expressed decision to teach that bitch a lesson. I grabbed the back of her long wavy brown hair and snapped her head back. While her head was pulled back, I raised my hand in the air readying a back hand when Mark. We were still. It was as if we were struck by some invisible force field that was keeping us exactly where we were. Before I knew what was happening, Joan had hold of my hair and was pulling me off you, and I landed with a heavy thud on the bedroom floor. Then it was mayhem, wasn't it?Half of it I don't remember. However, I do recall that I became infuriated. It built up like I was a kettle full of water on the boil. I think it takes three minutes doesn't it to boil a kettle? (I'll need to. "P-please," she begged, but her voice caught in her throat.With his knife still pressed against her throat he forced her to climb the stairs and into her own bedroom. With a powerful shove he pushed her onto her own bed. He followed her down, his knee pushed hard against her chest forcing all the air out of her lungs leaving her gasping for air. With his sharp knife he attacked her coat buttons cutting them off one by one. Before she could catch her breath he had rolled her out of her thick.