Both of his hands made claims upon my breasts and kneaded them tenderly. As his fingers rolled my nipples between them, his mouth moved down to my sto...mach. He used the tip of his tongue to go down further and further, pushing the robe aside until I was lying completely naked before him. He kissed the spot just above my mound and sat back to take my leg into his hands. He caressed my thigh and calf with his fingertips and began to kiss up the inside of my thigh. He neared my pussy and switched. By all rights, she thought as she resumed her dusting, what had transpired in that sordid little country shack should have given both of them nervous breakdowns. But it hadn't. After a few weeks of recovery from the violent shock of her abduction, she had found herself opening to her husband in ways she had never before considered possible. He too had changed considerably; he had forgiven her for responding so lustfully to those mountain men--had shown that he really understood why she had done. Shayna screamed out, a little from pain, but most from the intense pleasure. Brad fucked her ferociously this time, fucking her cunt hard and strong. He was fueling her fires, she cried out ‘Make me your slut baby, screw me, fuck me hard and don’t stop!’ Brad did as he was told, fucking her like a demon, his cock harder than he could ever remember it being. He’d been with a few women, but no one, no one, ever fucked him with lust and love as his Shayna did. Her cunt was like a vise around his. “I...I don't even know. I just saw you go into the glory hole room and...and I followed you,” I said. “I don't even know why I did it. I'm sorry.”He sighed. “Alright. Well, I need you to understand that my wife doesn't know I come here,” he said. “And I can't let her find out.”I stayed silent.“Are you going to tell her? Or Sam?” he asked.“God, no!” I declared. “I don't want to hurt Sam. And I wouldn't ever tell your wife, I promise, Mr. Barker.”“Jesus, Elisa, my name's Frank. You know that..