I winced, mentally, because I slapped that tight ass a little harder than I’d intended. I expected her to object vociferously. She objected ... but ...not anywhere near vociferously.“Oh. Ouch,” she said, hamming it up. “I’m going to cry!”“I’ll give you something to cry about if you keep being stubborn,” I threatened.She turned to me and the crutches fell noisily to the floor as she put her arms around my neck. She arched her back and pressed those amazing, soft, hot breasts against my chest.“And. Fucking kill me as I flailed my fists wildly at him hoping to land a few punches. I knew this was a bad idea from the beginning, I knew that punching my drunk husband was a death sentence but that was exactly what I wanted. He pulled his dick out of my pussy not being phased by a single punch. He leaned over me putting his face just inches from mine and screamed, You worthless whore!!! Youre a failure as a wife, a failure as a mother and now youre a failure at fucking!!!!!!! He reeled back. Instead of any feelings of doubts or misgivings I find myself feeling proud of who and what I am. My mouth is picking up its pace on Georges cock and I find I am able to slide his monster cock in and out of my throat a lot easier now than before. This fucking cock is now owned by me I tell myself. I have earned it and now I want that reward that is waiting inside to be released into my sucking mouth. I tell him I want his sperm and I want him to paint my face with his hot sperm. Paint my face. The Poodle space ship we had boarded, was an antique. This Poodle was at least two hundred years old, but its basic shape looked the same as the latest Poodle model coming of the assembly lines.Two thirty meters diameter ball shaped spheres connected to each other with a short ten meters diameter cylinder. This elongated cylinder acted as a corridor.While this odd bar bell shape seemed odd and impractical. It was a different story when the first Poodles were designed and produced over 1500.