” I couldn’t believe my ears; did my wife just give this fucking asshole permission to suck her tit? “Pull yo shirt up and so I can see em.” D...read-Head was looking me right in my eyes and daring me to say something. I knew that if I did he would have me beaten to within an inch of my life. Shelly looked back at me and when I didn’t say anything she slowly began to pull her shirt up. “Damn you got some big ass titties girl.” Dread-Head was leaning forward in his chair with a huge gold toothed. His face was level with mine. His wet, cummy cock was rubbing against my monster erection.I held him in my arms and kissed him full on the lips, tasting the last of his cum on his mouth. Pushing my tongue into his mouth made me feel utterly dominant, even as I lay under him. My arms encircled his back and he was immobilized. Whether he wanted to avoid the pegging that was about to happen or not, he had no choice. I think it excited him. Mel's psychological dominance was being enhanced by his. Right? And, around the camp fire that night, maybe he could find a way to talk about all this. Share his wisdom. Demand they stop. Beg them to stop?The program for the day was to teach the kids gun safety and how to shoot, and then get the tree stands built. He had already planned that two hunters would sit in each stand, so they'd only have to build two. All that was required was lashing branches together to provide a place to sit. He already had a number of "instant ladder" steps, which were. " Yeah, me too. But I'm never going to forget it either." Danielle..." he sighed."Nobody ever hit me before," I said, like I was just talking to myself. "Not like that. No sir." I'm sorry. I swear I am." Mr. Davis was sorry too, but I'd felt his anger and it was in him and always would be. He'd hit me once, so I knew he'd do it again. The first time was probably the hardest anyway, like anything else. Next time he wanted to hit me it would come a little easier, a little quicker maybe, and then.