She ran, not to her family, but to mine and they took her side. Mother, sisters, my brother and his wife and my dad — yes — even my father, all pu...t the pressure on me to take the cheating whore back. Phone call after phone call; visit after visit the litany was always the same:"She loves, she made a mistake, you are both young and you can survive this, she knows she was wrong and she regrets it. Forgive her, give her a chance" and on and on and on.I didn't buy it and things became strained. He gave a nod of satisfaction. 'Looks like being treated rough is turning you on, bitch.' In his mind, Paul had to agree. The feeling of being treated so roughly was incredibly exciting. The man squatted down, pulled Paul's skirt up, wrenched out his cock from beneath the satin panties and proceeded to tie Paul's cock and balls up. Paul moaned in pain. The man had tied the rope exceedingly tight. Ignoring Paul's cries of pain, the man smoothed down Paul's skirt once more, delighting in its. Yeah, it was an old version of me. "I told you I was all angles and bones as a youngster." I laughed and patted my new flat stomach. Had my voice raised a notch? It didn't seem to have its old burr. "It took beer and beefsteak to put some meat on me," I said. "You still want to sleep with me?" God, yes!"We tumbled into each other's arms, tongues kissing, hands exploring each other. I longed to touch Amy's new body. She was still a little pear-shaped, but her skin seemed smoother to the touch. The face fucking is relentless. I pounded her throat hard and deep. It's not pretty or elegant; her eyes are streaming and her makeup is running down her face. At one point I reached down for the chain swinging between her breasts and tugged on it, hard, in time with my pounding. She struggled to breathe and there's rising panic travelling up her spine. I ignored her wide eyed pleadings for mercy and continued to pump away. If anything, I pounded her harder and she swore. She saw me smile.