One day I told her that her husband must be the luckiest man in the country. He must keep her very busy; I certainly would, giving him a massage every...night.Pat became a little quieter at that. "Sven..." she said, "He can't bear me touching him like that; in fact, we sleep in separate beds now." And then, in a rare moment of complete candour, she added, "That side of our marriage died a long time ago; he's more interested in going out with the lads and drinking these days."Now Pat is no oil. ”“But you’re not wet there,” he protested.“Just fucking do it,” she urged, “do it like you don’t care, like if l was some cheap whore, just do it.”David adjusted, pressing his cock against her anus, he hesitated, expecting her to stop him at the last moment but she just smiled at him.Slowly he lowered himself, forcing his cock into her tight orifice.“Oh god…..oh god…..yes….yes,” she urged him as he slowly forced himself deep into her. “Now fuck me, l’m just a cheap slut, fuck me…no mercy…..fuck. You could kill her if you're not careful.Oh we'll have plenty of fun with her.She can't do anything for us like that.Going soft?She's damaged goods!Corinne slips into a vision, one in which she is drinking the coldest water imaginable. And drinking. And drinking. The voices wake her.You want her? You can have her for a thousand. Fix her up and play with her all you want.Yeah. Right. Like I want to spend my money to get something I'd probably have to dump right away.X laughs.Corinne recognizes. “What can I do?” Shawn said helplessly. “Can you grab him some clean underwear? We gotta get him cleaned up and dried off.” Randy said as he pulled of Zac’s shirt off. Shawn went out of the bathroom and brought back a pair of clean underwear and a towel. Randy was still fully clothed but had gotten Zac undressed and washed off. He kicked the shower off and lifted Zac out as they toweled him off. Randy held him up while Shawn got the underwear on him. Randy then carried him to the toilet as Zac.