Fuck you, I thought. I did think it was pretty kinky to be ass fucking a married woman regularly, but getting a door slammed in my face? Fuck that, sh...e can sit on her butt plug all day for all I care. I left pissed off, with half an erection and a hurt ego. That’s the last time ill see that bitch I figured.I went through my day thinking about how pathetic Allison was and how far below my standard she was anyway. Funny thing though, the more I thought about it the more pissed off I got. By that. ‘Thank God,’ she thought and laid back down. A few moments later Harriet sat up quickly and looked around the room. She seemed disoriented.“Holy shit girl. I had the freakiest dream ever. I mean it was kinda hot if I’m being honest.”A sudden chill ran along Lori’s spine. “Oh?”“Yes,” she paused and rubbed her face with her hands. “God I feel exhausted. Like I’m getting over the flu or something.” Harriet laid back on the floor and curled up with her pillow.“That’s odd,” Lori said. Her heart. And, if she were not, you cannot conceive what treatment she would be obliged to submit to from her relatives. They would shave off her hair, feed her on a scanty allowance of rice, treat her with contempt; she would be looked upon as an unclean creature, and would die in some corner, like a scurvy dog. The prospect of so frightful an existence drives these poor creatures to the sacrifice much more than love or religious fanaticism. Sometimes, however, the sacrifice is really voluntary, and it. It was an overwhelming feeling but just what i had craved. I felt powerless and weak and the head high i received from the lack of oxygen added to the excitement of the situation. Patricia stood up and walked to the bottom of the bed as i caught my breath. I was somewhat relieved that my face fucking was at least over for now. I felt her hands grip my ankles and was spun around, so that i was face down, and pulled to the bottom of the bed with my feet just touching the floor. "Do you want my.