Now it may seem as if I had no business putting so much thought into the manner of my wife's sister's dress. I was certain that it was not because of ...any kind of sexual attraction-- how could I be attracted to someone overweight like Jodie when a beautiful, toned, athletic woman like Beth was my wife? It's true, there might be some momentary carnal attraction in her large bosom, compared to which Beth was quite flat, and in her rounded, jiggly thighs, so much in contrast to Beth's lean, almost. ." Richard tried to say but was cut off again."I said do I make myself clear?" Yes, Sir," he said in defeat.I watched as he walked over to me, and I jerked back from him in fear. He then helped me to my feet, and released me."I will be back, and you will tell me everything you know," he whispered as he removed the cuffs.I turned and slapped him as hard as I could. When I lowered my hand, I snarled out, "That's for throwing a blind man on the floor like, he is a piece of garbage." I walked into. Then it wasback to work - sometimes with mashed fingers. A group shower in whichhe was sometimes molested and then a horrible mattress to sleep on.Usually he cried himself to sleep. He wished he could go mad. It wouldmake it easier. More than once he thought of suicide, but he was afraidof going to hell. His mother and the priest always said suicides wentto hell.A typical day for Lindsay was rising fashionably late at 10am and wasgiven a facial and massage by the currant maid. A delightful. But I had other plans, and I made sure that we had plenty to drink, to set the stage for me fucking her.I started out sucking her breasts, only with me naked that time, so I was humping my bare cock against her thighs, and she felt my precum oozing onto her skin. I wanted to breed her in the worst way, and after moving down to suck her pussy, instead of turning around in a sixty-nine with her, I started trying to convince her to fuck me.After giving her two orgasms with my mouth, I moved up to.