He walked into the kitchen and turning to me said cool place you have her. Thanks I replied.I gently touched his face and wiped the tears away. How ol... are you I asked. 18 he replied, my birthday was last week. I poured him a cold drink and asked why he was being bullied, he began to cry again and taking his hand I led him into the lounge. Sitting him down I said, try talking about it, it might help David. He looked frightened and then taking a large gulp of his squash, looked me up and down. He grabbed my hair and pulled me across the front seat."Now listen cunt," he snarled in my ear, "I'll do what ever I want with you and if you're lucky I just might treat you nice." Please," I whined and I didn't like the sound of panic in my voice."Now get those tits out or else," he threatened.What could I do, my mind searched franticly for a way out but my stupid act of a year ago now came home to roost. My fingers fumbled with my blouse buttons and bra catch and all too soon I was. With that thought, memories of the past night seeped back into my mind. Memories of helplessness, pain, and surrender. One woman, an anonymous force as far as I was concerned, had taken part of my freedom away from me. She had hijacked control of my life, if only to the extent that her syndicate required in the ring. Even a little bit of power felt like a tremendous loss. I no longer had a monopoly on my own decisions, which was not something I could lightly ignore or forget. Feeling like. It would be safe to say that I have been fucked every weekday since we married . One evening I was thinking about how much seaman I have had shot into my body, either in my vagina , asshole or mouth. It has to be gallons. On a normal day just after nine in the morning my daily load of cum arrives. I really like it when two guys are able to be here at the same time. I enjoy having my pussy and ass fucked at the same time. Just after our son leaves to catch the bus I got get a shower, shave my.