She didn’t want to tell him her struggles anymore. She didn’t want him to worry about her, didn’t want him to know just how far her self-hatred ...really went. How deeply rooted in her mind it really was. How every time anyone got just a little glimpse of it, they would tell her that she scared them. She couldn’t do that to him…. But she already had…. And she hated herself for that. She had scared him once already, let him see the one mark she had made, the first mark she had made in months. A. She was sobbing and moaning on his cock and then she collapsed on the couch. Tony took her missionary style, and they kissed as he fucked her. Then he tensed up and came. He came inside her and after he popped out, she turned so we could see her gaping, swollen pussy. Then she proceeded to clean his cum covered cock. What a sight; my wife’s swollen labia was now covered in cum, and she had his cum on her cheeks and lip’s. She ten came over to me and sat on my knee. She whispered in my ear. As I passed her the money he moved over and leaned towards us. He said from the minute she walked in he could tell my wife was a hooker what with the way she was dressed he told us to leave the bar and get out. I was shocked stood up to go my wife the normally shy one was nonchalant she stood up slowly downed her drink and the leant over to the barman and whispered that she was off to give me the best fuck money could buy.i struggles to stay in character as we exited the bar but though fuck it,. This is much as it is when I am in my own hearth, the men talking among themselves and the women making their own separate talk or doing other things. When it was so I accepted it, it was the way of our people, but now it does not seem to me so good. Linda is not less than we men, and it does not seem right that she be shut out of our talk.To begin Danny asks me to tell of my life. I begin to say short, for most people do not interest themselves in small things about others, but again and again.