"I’m fine, please, untie me, dear, please." She whispered.I tried to pull the handcuffs. Then I noticed a key on the nearer TV table, grabbed it and... tried freeing her hands, but the key did not fit. I moved around, trying to free her legs, causing me some shock to observe the whip lines all over her back and her ass cheeks. Semen was drying on my wife’s lower back, leaking down between her round firm buttocks. Her open pussy was very swollen, red and wide gaping, letting go some yellow spunk. The fact that she had to split her time between her chaotic family, her hobby, her slaves and the fact that she is chaotic, unorganized and lazy (she sleeps almost everyday till at least 11 am), made my stay boring and unpleasant.Also her husband is terrible jealous. He has intestinal cancer and shits in a stoma, is impotent and has a conspiracy theory disorder. at a certain moment he told me that his wife, mistress luna or Aron Florentine, would only use me for a month or 3 to realize some of. "Gosh, this is nice," she gushed once we were established and we'd ordered a simple iced tea for each of us. I felt it was a sin to be ordering tea in a nice French restaurant on a romantic date; especially since the girls and my parents had been letting me drink a bit of wine with dinner recently, to 'let me get used to drinking, so you don't get into trouble when you do it in public'."I'm glad you like it," I enthused, touching her hand, "I aim to please." Well, you're doing a very good job,". I had a totally unsatisfying fling with a beautiful showgirl that hung up her six-inch high heels and went back to her suburban roots just outside Chicago. She had made the decision to marry some pious preacher’s son after another John with a wife and kids at home left her whistling Dixie all by her lonesome with the rent money thirty days past-due.She was a good girl gone bad and unable to cope with the simple facts of her own slow fall into absolute depravity in the midnight hours. I felt.