The larger and well lit room showed her in clear definition the damage done to her.Her clear skin was peppered in bruises and scratches and she felt d...rty for the first time of her life... tears swelled in her hazel eyes and she step into the shower...She put the water the hottest she could take it; and she vigorously rubbed her scrubber attempting perhaps to cleanse beyond her skin.She stood there for a long time; her tears mixed with the warm water left her but her confusion and fear not.She. I still looked good and I know my husband still likes what I look like. He tries to fuck me at least five times a week. I heard the car horn and I ran downstairs, closed and locked the front door and headed for the car. My son was already in the seat.I sat down on his lap and swung my legs into the car. I looked down and notice my dress barely covered my thighs. It rode up pretty high. My son was wearing baggy shorts and a t-shirt. I closed the car door. I was glad I was wearing this dress.I. Sarah couldn’t help but notice the satisfied look on his face as he watched her put all of her toys in the bag. She took her time and examined each one as she put them into the bag. The first couple of plugs didn’t look too bad. She wrapped her fingers around each of the others and pushed it though, using her fingers to mimic her asshole to see how it stretched them. She shuddered.The cock had a real feel to it. Soft and pliable, but still firm in the center. She could bend it, but only. I hesitated and replied in the affirmative. She asked if 7:30 at the Main Street pub was okay, and again I answered in the affirmative, not realizing 7:30 was only a short hour-and-a-half away. That meant I had to hurry up and get ready. I arrived at a quarter after seven; the pub was packed as expected. I decided to order a beer and wait by the door. I was looking for a woman wearing a black dress with a red scarf; 7:30 arrived but she hadn’t yet. I guess I wasn’t too surprised. Since I was.