You’d come in here, throw a picture of my wife at me, and…what? Guilt me? Play to my emotions? Convince me I had to do a better job to be the man she agreed to marry, is that it?” Her fear solidified into rage and tears began streaming down her face, surprising me. “I said I’d do what I have to blowjob do to pay for your truck, but I never…” she choked up, a sob wracking her body. “I never agreed to bring Ryan into it. You made me…made me talk about him…made me compare you two while you…forced yourself on me. But you’ve got people of your own that you care about, too. Don’t think I won’t find them.” Our eyes met, my rage-filled eyes meeting her tear-stained, hurtful ones. I looked her up and down. How had I thought she was attractive? This wasn’t the same tank-top/short-shorts wearing cheerleader that had distracted me so just over a week ago. It seemed like only days ago, and several years ago at the same time, that I had watched in amazement (and a small amount of pride in her) as her throat bulged around my cock. I had an urge to do it again, but not for sexual pleasure. I wanted to watch her choke. I wanted nothing more than to wrap my hand around her slender neck, holding my cock as far down her throat as it would go. I wanted to slap her across the face as I watched the life drain from her eyes. She had an amazing body, but it had become something offensive to me. I wanted to grip and hurt her breasts, spank her firm ass until it glowed red and she was unable to sit down. The only pleasure I could imagine deriving from her now was cum that in causing her pain, breaking her down into a mess of tears and bruises. I wanted to hear her cry and plead for a mercy I knew I would be unable to grant her right now. “The difference, Rachel, is that you DON’T HAVE ANY POWER HERE.” I had lost my cool, collected (if only just) manner and was now screaming at her as she cowered further against the couch. She made to run for the door, but I caught her by the arm, throwing her back down. Her back hit couple the side of the sofa and she landed painfully on the ground, scurrying away from me. “HOW DARE YOU BRING MY WIFE INTO THIS?” Crab-walking away from me, she hit the wall and curled into the fetal position. I gripped her teen upper arms, pulling her to her feet in front of me. She kept her head down, unable to meet my eyes. I shook her, her body whipping about like a ragdoll in my hands. She still wouldn’t meet my gaze, so I slammed her back against oral the wall, then a second and third time. Furious that she wouldn’t look at me, I grabbed her throat, forcing her back against the wall, her eyes finally on mine. Body postures showed a focused interest. He laid on the horn as she passed by. At that moment, I had thought Laura would actually say no and ask me to leave her alone. "Sure." After school, you and me! I’m going to beat the shit out of you, fucking weirdo!” he says, just as things intensify, the teacher couple walks in. Zack gives me one last glare before he teen takes his seat. When she tried she could still say "no" but she found blowjob it particularly hard in the confines of the clinic, naked and vulnerable. He took turns, fingering one while eating the other. Not. “Hey there, Flammy-fluff,” Kelly gave a small, innocent wave. Amy whimpered at the feeling as Becky slowly started humping her leg against her partner’s pussy. He oral withdrew slightly, and then lunged ahead with a slight grunt. "If it does . . ." "Slave, get your tongue out of cum her ass and stand up.