He controlled every aspect of my life down to when I went to the bathroom and whether or not he was there to supervise. Soft whispered declarations of...love turned to insults about what I looked like, how I behaved, what I wore and reprimands for each. Making love turned into torture literally. He started to hurt me during sex. He would bite or pinch me, bruising my skin and making me scream or cry in pain . He would tell me it was my fault that he couldn’t orgasm without hurting me and calling. There was no sign of her housemates. She served me tea and scones and ate with me."Nicola should arrive about five thirty," she said. "I'm sure you can help her." I hope so," I said, "though I don't feel very confident; she's always been something of a mystery to me. You know our history?" She only said you were a good friend. She never said much about her life." A good friend, eh?" I smiled. "Well, I suppose so." There's more isn't there?" she probed."Oh yes, but I don't want to go into. Seth laughed heartily at the sight, "Good God, you look pathetic." Cade's mother Annie frowned, "I wish you wouldn't leave Cade." Sorry Ma," Cade said, "We've got to get out of here." Annie nodded in response, she knew why her son was leaving and she didn't blame him.Quinn sneered, "What a loser, a shopping cart?" We look ridiculous Cade," Callie pointed out as they walked away from the house pushing the shopping cart that held all of their possessions. "We look like homeless people." We are. “Let me ease your temptation, Father,” Donna purred, rubbing at his cock through his cassock as they entered the office. “Let Samantha do all the boring work.”“I'm more than happy to,” Samantha smiled, pushing up her glasses as she headed to the computer.“Donna, Donna, Donna,” Father Augustine smiled. “You are a sinful, wanton creature. How many times did you really cheat on your husband?”“I was weak a few times,” the MILF purred. She fell to her knees and gripped the hem of his cassock. She.