.” I said, surprised by my own honesty. I was startled when she suddenly burst out crying again. Look what I’ve done now… I should have shut my ...mouth. I walked over to her and sat next to her on her bed. I put my arm around her. “I’m sorry, Natalie.” I held her closer in my arms as she cried on my shoulder. For at least five good minutes we just sat there holding each other. Natalie finally sat up from my shoulder, wiped her tears, fixed her hair and sat up on the bed. “There’s something you. It's called divorce.What am I doing now? I am now sitting in my girlfriend's Sunday school class at a protestant mega-church. It's a class for divorced singles. The speaker is telling them how men don't understand their wives and moms, and there is one reason for the awful divorce rate -- MEN!So where did this start? Last night, we made the night club circuit. We danced. We kissed and groped. She came to my apartment; and after a lot of sex, I was exhausted. I took her home at 3 a.m. Let me. "She dropped her eyes and whispered, "I hope you say that about me some day Wes. That kind of love is rare and worth suffering for baby."I stood up and took her hand to help her rise then scooped her up in my arms and carried her to the bedroom. I stopped, "Which way?" She pointed down a hall.I said, "I like to watch if you don't mind." She blushed, "I want you too honey! Makes me horny and hot to trot babe." I nodded, "Yeah, that's what Karen said too."She stopped and looked at me a moment. ” Mark led Barbara into the second bedroom. The door had been closed and locked. No wonder. It was modified into a type of dungeon. Mark tied her to a rack. She was on her back with her legs up in stirrups. He fastened the leather restraints. She was comfortable, but wary. Mark walked over to her and flopped his cock into her mouth. Barbara knew what to do and fellated him. The missle was red and angry now. Mark began to put coconut oil on a small device that Barbara didn't recognize. It.