He plunged into me again and again. He held hid hands still on my boobs and now he really get on them with his mouth too. He bit me some then licked b...it again and so he continued. -You are my slut now he told me and I need to put some marks on you so everyone can see what a whore you are fucking your best friends husband.-Joe I told him yes I am your slut please let me be. My pussy started to be soar after so much fucking but he still drilled that big cock in and out of it over and over and. After one year of couples therapy, we got to a point where the shouting subsided, and we started to talk. Rather, she started too and at first I just listened. She talked about what she wanted to do, and whom she wanted to be, and a lot about what she wanted us to be. And after a while, slowly at first, I started talking back, telling her how I felt about life, about her, and perhaps most importantly about what I wanted. I have never done so before that, I suppose I was always somewhat fearful. Use the paddle on me." No need to raise your voice, young lady," Vanna cautioned him. "You'renot going to be unruly now, are you?" I won't. I'm sorry." He swallowed hard. "No, Ma'am."Evaluating him skeptically, she said, "I hope not. I don't want to seeyou turning into a problem child."He wanted to correct her when she called him a child, but was tooworried about getting himself deeper into trouble. So Lane just put hishands together and tried to project his willingness to cooperate. . With renewed vigor the exhausted women dug deeper, their effort was soon rewarded when the hole filled with sweet, fresh water.The animals smelled the water and strained against the wagon brakes to get at the life giving liquid.Shaylee took pity on the poor mules, and filled a bucket. She watered each animal in turn.They stayed at the new pool for the rest of the day and refilled the water barrels along with any containers that had tight covers—they were unsure as to when or where they would.