I waited to see if anything else happened.A few minutes later the curtain opened again, and I saw this fair looking girl about to comb her hair in fro...t of the mirror. She deliberately hung on for a few minutes doing it. I was watching her, and tried to attract her attention. She ignored me at first and as she turned to go she looked at me, and I smiled and waved. My beer glass was in my hand and she smiled and went away. I hung on a few minutes more. She came back again and pretended to fold. Oh, Brad, I'm so ashamed!" What are you most ashamed of, that you cheated on me, that you enjoyed being raped in the ass, or that the society rejected you? And don't lie to me Sondra -- our marriage depends on you're being honest!"Sondra tried to quickly analyze the choices to choose the one Brad wanted to hear, but was unable to decide which would save her marriage.Yes, of course he wanted to hear that she was ashamed of cheating on him, but he also knew they had both been inattentive to the. How could Michael do this? Why this day? Why now? All he can think about is to see her. That's all. To see here, to hold her, to be with her. It didn't matter if they said nothing, if they did nothing else other than hold each other close. He just needs to be with her, be with Clara. Fifteen minutes. He is wedged into bumper-to-bumper traffic now. For half a heartbeat he considers ploughing his way through the other cars. It's no use. He looks around to get his bearings, figure out where he is.. He yielded to me fully, just as I liked. I palmed the small of his back with one hand to keep his pelvis raised to me and gripped his throat with the other, holding his head to the mattress. He writhed a bit under me, but that was from the effect of my long, thick cock working his channel hard. He otherwise was completely docile, yielding, letting me have what I wanted. I wanted it all.Maybe this was the one.He cried out, “Ja, Ja! Fick mich hart!” arching his back, holding his legs raised and.