It ran through her mind and heart like a snake through the deep sward of a woodland glade.Let this healing pass me,I'm not worth the trying.Never will... I feel free,Just leave me to crying.When she finally left she scratched me with her fingernails. It was a way for her to attack a male knowing he would beat her into fear of more retribution. This was her real need. The pain and submission. I was never going to hurt her. She knew this. I was her scapegoat, so to speak. (May the Romans never be. He picked up a rhythm now with long strokes, hardly missing a beat, going deeper with each stroke, pumping my poor pussy hard with his large heavy meat. “Phack, phack, phack, phack…” the tiny room echoed with the sounds, the squish of my wetness meshing into the loud slaps of our bodies making contact. I felt my perineum getting assaulted by those heavy balls, just the way I had imagined. My breasts were swaying freely as he fucked my pussy vigorously. I brought my hands down to my sides and. She had told me that the vanilla life style could no longer satisfy her sexual needs. That is why she had texted me. She craved something. “What do you need from me, Mandy?” I calmly asked her. Mandy remained silent for a moment. Her breathing was deep and slow. “Call me yours, Gil, please,” she begged. “You’re my beautiful whore, Mandy,” I whispered in a gruff voice. “Fuuuuuck yes, thank you, Gil,” she purred. “What else do you need from me, Mandy?” “I need you to order me to remove. About twenty miles in, I heard Anne say “Shit!” and then the words we all dreaded hearing on a rainy day, “I’ve got a flat!”We all pulled off to the side of the shoulder under a tree and then gathered around Anne’s bike. Meredith held mine and Lizzie’s bikes while we worked on changing Anne’s flat front tire. The problem with changing a tire in the rain is that the inside of the wheel gets all wet. For the tube to really do its job, it needs to float around a bit inside the tire. This is why a.