Leaning over the seat he slaps me saying, ?No slut you’re the one that fucking gets off on being humiliated by people like me.?Tasting blood in my m...uth I pull away afraid that he’ll hit me again. As my back hit’s the car door I start begging him saying, ?Please I’m sorry. Don’t him me again. I didn’t mean anything. Please don’t hurt me.?Grabbing the front of my shirt he pulls me close and growls saying ?Shut the fuck up bitch. You are going to pay for what you said.? Pushing me back into the. "Pound my pussy! Pound it! I've been really good girl this year! Show me what really good girls get!" she then moaned.I eagerly pumped away inside of her, thrusting my hard cock into her over and over again, as she lay beneath me in the chair, legs spread wide, and begging for more.And for the next few glorious minutes, i fucked that crazy little hot elf, like a Santa possessed."Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!" she kept repeating over and over."Fuck me Santa! Fuck me!" she then begged almost crying. He'd just returned from a round of golf and was still perspiring and the smell of his stale cologne and sweat mingled together identified him to me as the first of my wife's paramours. Coldly, I faced him. His smile cut short when he looked into my face and saw the danger lurking there. "Keep your cock in your pants around the ladies of this club, motherfucker." I warned. "This is your one warning."He stood there, shocked, mouth open as if he wanted to say something, but couldn't think of just. A man that loved that same woman throughout a lifetime. Through marriages and children and grandchildren. A man that fucking followed ‘that woman’ as he called her that day into the next life. And some warped, sick, nostalgic part of Jack thought that perhaps, just perhaps, if that ring could close the circle of destiny between Greywolf men and the Monroe women that stole their hearts, then maybe, just maybe the Old Man and ‘that woman’ might find something happier in the next life. ‘When did.