”He leaned over and gave her a gentle kiss. “I love you too. Get some sleep; I’ll be waiting for you in the lounge, so just call if you need any...hing.”She let out a contented sigh, then settled down with her head on the pillow. Lynette was asleep the second she’d closed her eyes.Charles walked quietly out of the bedroom, then paused in the doorway to look back at his fiancée with a mixture of confusion and concern. He knew there were some things she was keeping to herself about her close. I savor the smell of the bitch’s pussy. I pull and twist her breasts through the white silk dress, yanking hard on her nipples, pulling them away from her body. She keeps rubbing herself through the silk, grinding the fabric against her pussy. I pull her tits apart, grabbing each tit by the nipple and spreading her tits so that her cleavage is wide. Mewling, her chained hand rattles above her head, and she starts to pull her hand away from her pussy to stop me, only she thinks better of it. It felt like a knife had cut through her teat. She stepped back from the water and noticed the purple bruising of her teat and areole and wondered how the fuck that could have happened.She stepped back into the water and began to soap herself. She realised that her ass felt is if it had been ripped. The tenderness was sudden as her soapy fingers passed over her sphincter.Now she was worried. If it had just been one thing, she would have brushed it off as a temporary condition, but combined, it. When Max released her she began sobbing and stopped resisting. Her legs gave way and she would have fallen down if Max hadn’t leaned her against a tree.- I guess your husband fucks you rarely… - Max was saying that unbuttoning her blouse, - Why are keeping silence? Once a week? More seldom?She nodded her head but I think she did that to stop the unpleasant conversation.- And now you have a great opportunity to try that with so young fellows, am I right, guys? – He winked at us undoing her.