She refused to stay home with him. Many evenings she would not even come home until after midnight. Other evenings she would come home from work and c...lean up, change clothes and go out again to meet her friends for various reasons. Roger was almost never invited to join her any longer because she told him he was a spoilsport. She rarely agreed to go anywhere he wanted to go or visit anyone he wanted to visit. One time she had even said, ‘Honestly I don’t know why I put up with your country. But don't stretch her out. I want to do that with my dick."He pushed me back down on my hands and knees and said, "Stay!" like I was a fucking animal. He was still holding me in place with a handful of my hair as if I might try to escape.The man leaned over and began dabbing some kind of cool grease between the cheeks of my ass. He worked a couple fingers full through my sphincter and right up inside of me. I jumped when he touched me and again when his finger entered me. Even having that man's. "Hey, what shall we do?" she asked, kissing David whom she adored, full on the mouth.Over the past three months, Ann had come to realize she had become crazier about David, his quiet good looks, his confident, yet caring manner, than any other man she had ever met.Although she often thought of her husband, back on the West Coast with a combination of shame and regret, her life now revolved around David.His handsome smile was like the Sun to her now, giving her life. Ann felt weak, helplessly,. They eventually came into the kitchen. Grey. Grey faced and grey spirited. They looked as if all life force had been supplanted with mundane and nothingness. Another piece of me died and, once again, I turned to the sink and cried soundlessly. ‘I thought we might go out for a drive.’ I was trying to sound cheerful. ‘Thought we might just go and explore a bit of the countryside, just drive until we get to wherever the car wants to stop.’ ‘A car would be useful.’ Susan answered flatly. ‘What like.