I had walked out on my cheating husband and moved to another part of the country having taken up new employment. I wanted a break away from people I k...new and to find myself as I used to be, not the person I was slowly turned into.I was less outgoing and tended to stay home at night, home being a single bedsit with a living room and a bedroom, in a run down dilapidated area, where people seemed to keep to themselves, which was in keeping with my moods.I had been living there for eight months and. 30 am ka he . mene use kuch techniques batayi or kaha ki aage se aisa hoo to yahi techniques use karke dekhna or fhir batana ki its work or not ??? , to usne kaha ki kahan batayungi , mere paas to tumhara koi contact no. Bhi nahi he , to mene use apna contact no. Diya or kaha ki sirf working hours me hi karna , usne ok kaha or hum log chale gaye . Fhir aise hi chalta raha or Saturday ko uska call aayaShelly : helloMe : whos thatShelly : me shellyMe : ooohhhhh hhhiiii how r uShelly : i m fine. The pain must have made me clench up because those spikes were seriously hurting my vagina, tearing at the flesh. Sometimes he’d pull right out and scrub the spikes hard against my clitoris.Eventually he did cum, he stood, dressed and before he left he said "Next week you’re going to dress real sexy ‘cos you’re coming to Manchester without that fucking cuckold wimp and you’ll get some real fucking". Then as an afterthought, "Oh and don’t go fucking complaining to no one or I’ll fucking find you. . It was short on the side and at the back, longer at the front, spiked up. He had a tattoo on his neck, it looked like part of a dragon. She wanted to have a closer look, tearing off his black T-shirt, that clung to his tight biceps. They were not sculpted gym muscles, but belonged to someone, who spent his day doing hard physical labour. And the way he held the nozzle, like those sexy half naked firemen in those charity calendars. 'Hey, boy, you could fill me up, too, any time.' she wanted to.