I hadn't used condoms in over fifteen years so how did they get in my drain? There was only one answer of course, but I had a hard time accepting it. ...Some time during the day while I was at work or on Wednesdays and Fridays, which were my bowling nights, Ashton was fucking somebody else. To say I was upset would be an understatement. For years I had been going without and Ashton was getting laid by some other asshole. I cleaned up the mess and put the evidence in a plastic bag and hid it in the. “You’re no pussy.”Francesco willed his blood to slow down. “No, I’m not. So stop joking around, will you?”Karl pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket, and then Francesco noticed what looked like a long knife in a sheath. What the hell? He had been kicked into the chopper with nothing but the clothes on him. He cocked his head to one side. “What’s that?”Karl wiped his face and then pretended to be surprised when he noticed what Francesco was pointing at. “Insurance,” he said with a grin. “Food,. “Our friends were right. We should have listened to them months ago.” Eric lowered his face to hers. “Months ago,” he repeated, his voice getting husky. Tracy could smell the soap from his recent shower still on his skin as they embraced. It left her giddy. She looked into his eyes and finally could read the emotions there. He wanted her. Not like he had last night where lust had been the main force. Now she could see tenderness behind the smoky passion. “I want to kiss you,” he whispered as. "Roll over, Stephanie," Sir..?" Now, damn it!" he yells and i quickly roll over. Suddenly, his belt comes down on my ass with a crack and I cant help but let out a wail of pain. He repeats this four more times, laughing as he throws his belt into the corner of the room. "Okay. You can turn around now," he tells me and I do. He places his hand back onto my pussy and closes his eyes. "You're wetter. You were aroused by that, Stephanie?" he asks and I nod."Yes, Sir" Unbutton your blouse,.