Suddenly I was ripped out of the tender moment. They definitely weren't the best six years of my life. Every day I kept wondering more and more why I ...had married this woman."We have had our differences and I have been trying to get better for you in bed," Jenna continued."Trying to get better in bed?" my mind screamed. Our sex life was terrible. Her idea of improving our sex life was to have more of it. More of a bad thing is not a way to improve it."Yes dear, you have been getting better," I. In the time that had passed from the first four months that she had lived with him, she had again shown to be too weak to prevent an orgasm without first getting permission and after a few sessions at the tattoo parlor now had a visible reminder of her disobedience. The tattoo was made up of two Ivy vines, which start wrapped around the second and fourth toes of her right foot and go around her whole foot all the way up her ankle and leg, up to her right hip and right side, ending with one. 00 for the repair. There were only two Pool companies in the county, and both were owned by bandits. He made her promise to call him first if she had another problem. He heard his first fight between she and her husband that night.In the last five years he'd helped with problems around their home many times. He'd been to parties and barbecues over there and had them over to his place. But only because of her. Mort was an asshole, through and through. From the top of his already bald head to the. If Dave woke it wouldn't be good."He ain't waking up tonight, so don't you worry about him, baby. I've taken care of that."Christy wasn't sure exactly what Reggie meant, but he pulled her onto his lap as if Dave wasn't there.Reggie's fingers moved faster inside Christy's pants and her face contorted from an orgasm. "No, please stop," she quietly mewled, Reggie defiantly pulling down her jeans and panties right in front of her husband.Wet sounds filled the room. They faced Dave with her legs.