Biting, scratching, and pinching were all in play. Of courseMelly did most of the biting, scratching, and pinching, and I got most ofthe bite marks, s...ratch marks and bruises. We liked it a little rough andvery verbal. When Melly was close to cumming she would call me thenastiest of names and I would cream like crazy.We were both off work on a Tuesday and decided to do our grocery shoppingduring the week while the crowds were down. We were filling our cart in amostly empty isle when Melly. My right hand had far better things to do than shift gears. The scene reminded me of some passages from the book version of Peter Benchley’s Jaws when Ellen Brody, the police chief’s wife chose to have an affair with Matt Hooper, a marine biologist. He explored Ellen’s vagina from the restaurant to the inn where they would consummate their lust. Murphy’s juices spread over my gently probing fingers and I kissed her deeply at every traffic light. In the Hyatt elevator, I raised the front of. She gave a shy smile and said she really missed hearing such compliments indicating she was not involved in a romantic relationship since her divorce. She looked little upset, I understood it is the right time to make a move and I took her face in both palms and kissed her deeply. Initially, she hesitated a bit, but she was soon into it completely.The Kiss lasted few minutes, after which I slowly moved down, kissing her neck, collarbone. she was moaning slowly chanting my name, this made me. Iinhaled the stale, male odor I remembered from the locker room, Alexyielded to his inner, submissive sissy slut.My million masochistic Miguel fantasies replayed in my mind. Now theywould now be re-enacted on my flesh. Had they read my mind, or hadMarta betrayed me? Protest would be futile, or even provocative. Iwas their sex slave, and my survival depended on playing the part.Miguel tore off my gown and threw me onto my grandma's bed. He grippedmy hair in a tight, cruel knot on the top of.