She was uncertain as to where he was. She reluctantly agreed to board the helo. As the trucks arrived to transport the rest of the hospital staff and ...patients to Norfolk, we lifted off. Apparently, a few of the hospital personnel decided that they weren’t going to leave. They quickly changed their minds when a pair of orderlies tried to force their way out of the truck. Both men were in intensive care very shortly after that. After we landed in Norfolk, I went to my office and told a Lance. “So, was that lady your friend?”“That was my wife. Her name is Melody.”“Oh, your wife,” repeated Vincenzo, in the most disinterested tone. “She is very beautiful. Has she given you children?”“Yes, we have a son. He is almost a year old.”“Wonderful. Any more?”“Well, we’ve only been married for eight months.”I could practically hear them doing the sums. Yes, Edwin was conceived and born before we were married. Big fucking deal. I changed the subject:“So, I guess someone’s ordering pizza tonight?”. I thought I had bit through my tongue trying not to laugh. I had to leave....I went back to the bedroom....my wife was snoring away. I wasn't sleepy and didn't feel like reading......I couldn't watch TV because of Missd**ggieFlasher in the livingroom so I grabbed my cigarettes, a couple beers from the cooler we kept in the bedroom headed down the hall to go outside for a while. I passed through the livingroom and s*s-in-law was out like a light. She was laying spread-eagle on the couch, one. So as an added diversion I made her beg for it. Humiliation turned her on as well. Now I'm married to a nymphomaniacal humiliation craving pain slut. Can life get any better? Each day is different now. She still wakes me with her mouth around my cock. That is the best alarm clock there is. I get up, drain the snake and return for her to finish what she started. She has to beg for it. ?Master, may your slut wife please earn your cum?? Is a typical morning greeting. ?Will you.