He exerts his dominance in other ways.He knows that beating is not the only way to cause pain, sometimes unbearablepain. Pain limited only by his imag...nation, and he has a wide and variedimagination. But he rarely beats me. When I go to Mr. Marshall?s I know I will be beaten. That isthe one common denominator in all my visits. And I will be beaten hard, way beyondany pleasure, way beyond any limit. That is my fear. Mr. Marshall?s palatial mansion is only three blocks from mymaster?s. So she added me and we start talking aise hi hmari batte roj hoti rai phir finally we exchanged our contact no and then we started talking on whtss app and halke halke hum dono bot jada frank ho gae hum kai bar market me mile but as a causal friends and ek din fir humne park me milne ka plan banaya vaha par wo a gai and hamne bot sari bate ki and uske bad we kissed each other on lips and wo garam ho gai but hum park me the so hame alag hona pada and uske bad bhi uski aag shant nai hoi thi to. I will be in touch.”I glanced over at Shannon who was on the cum soaked mattress. Mike was pounding her sore pussy and John was fucking her face. Then I went out of the door.Two weeks is a long time when you feel your life is out of control and you are not sure if you have just made the worst decision of your life and I will be happy to tell you all about the wedding but that is in the story Shannon III. So now we will skip forward, two years into the future. Shannon and I have been married one. It was a humid night, no breeze and it was hot and sticky so my husband and I, as we often do, went to our backyard pool to cool off. Our pool is fairly secluded from neighbours, so, as usual, we were skinny dipping, I didn'tv care if anyone saw us anyway. We had some drinks with us and it was a perfect way to cool down. I was in the pool when we heard a voice calling - it was my husbands friend Rob, we told him that we were up at the pool. There was no point in me trying to cover up, but it.