“Oooo, yea that pussy is so wet and hot! What a good pussy my little bitch has! I love your cunt, you sexy little whore.” He begins gru n ting wit...h each hard thrust. “Uh, uh, uh, yea, uh! Oh Oh, oh, oh!” I moan as he plunges deeper and harder! “Oh, harder brother !” He rips out of me and grabs me from behind, pulling me up onto my knees with my back to him. He places one hand on my breast and a finger in my pussy hole.After this he throws me down on the bed again and begins slapping my ass. If I sit within talking distance then I quickly become ‘the listener’. Stories of what happened today, what he thought should have happened, what may happen tomorrow all are brought to bear on my poor abused ears. The tales of what will happen when he finally win’s the lottery and all he will do with all of that money. The endless recounting of ‘one time’ and ‘when I was a kid’ and ‘I knew this guy who knew this guy’… I will never need to know how to align pipes in the ground. I don’t care. One night we were lying in bed idly playing with each other after some very passionate love making (me in panties as I remember) and I broached the subject of her lesbian activities. This time instead of trying to change the subject she told me about the very first time she had physical sex with another woman.She said that at school she had “the usual schoolgirl crushes on the games mistress or the art mistress” but these never led anywhere but left her wondering if she was lesbian because she. I’d been in the shower one afternoon with him, and started to shave my armpits when he gave me an adorable little pout and told me he would miss my little ‘furry patches’ if I shaved them off. I put the razor back on the shelf and hadn’t used it on my armpits since, although my pussy had reaped the benefits of the razor, again, because it pleased him and made him smile. And so, the decision was made. I re-entered our walk-in closet and found a lovely pale green silk blouse that I normally wore.