Dressed only in a jacket from the club she weakly walked out. Chris helped her to the car and put her inside. Before he could get in the car Reginald ...alked up to him."Hey Chris, thanks for letting us destroy your wife." as he handed him a DVD. Written in black sharpie read "Why your wife doesn't like your cock anymore." Chris turned beat read and got in his car without saying word.When they got home He helped Jamie inside and to bed. She was exhausted and barely conscious, slowly regaining her. Long-legged, short-waisted and about to get the fucking of her young life! I wanted to see those long legs pointed high in the air and spread wide open. But this would do just fine…for now! I put my nose further down into the crevasse of her ass and inhaled the sweet fragrance of her womanhood. God, it was heavenly. I brought my fingers, now dripping wet with the syrupy dew from her cunt up to my lips and tasted the honeyed nectar of her moist pussy. Her pungent sweet taste was thick and hot on. The Constable, who had now recovered somewhat and wanted to play his part, hauled on the rope to lift her off the ground. Her sobs were replaced by a brief croaking sound then her legs flailed in a hopeless search for something to relieve the weight on her neck.Although she was being hung on a cold, still morning Edith felt as though flames were consuming her body. As her vision became hazy she felt it must be due to smoke. She writhed trying to free her wrists from their bonds, convinced now. Mike jumped into bed, and immediately scooted closer to Rachel. He sighed with content. She felt his firm arm against her shoulder, and saw that their hips were touching.'You'll like it here, I'm sure.'Before Rachel had time to reply to this he began to run his perfectly pedicured foot along the length of Rachel's leg. Mike's expression suddenly turned sincere and compassionate.'How is it?' he asked gently.'I can't feel anything.'She certainly couldn't feel his foot.Mike stared at the.