camera in vagina during sex “You’re not jealous of me” – why did she take it ?! What a jealous one! It was necessary, I repeated myself, to take it and take it away.
Take away by force.
Weigh a couple of slaps for anguish and take them away.
Waking up, she would be grateful to me.

And now.
That guard who kept me couldn’t stop me! It was necessary to raise the scandal – he would have stepped aside.
Had.
Need to.
Lenka was brought only in the evening.
Hearing the door slam, I rushed to the window.
She was simply thrown out of the jeep, as an unnecessary, spent his thing.
Rising, Lenka pulled down her unbuttoned fur coat, under which, to my dismay and the joy of the old ladies who were shaking their heads at the entrance, there was nothing and stumbled home.
God, how was she going! Spreading her legs like a cowboy, she gently dragged a crumpled, tormented body past all seers, all noticing grannies — volunteers for foreign morality.

I opened the door of the apartment without waiting for the call.
We do not live on the third floor and usually do not use the elevator – wait longer.
But Lenka, obviously, was painful to touch the steps with her feet – she got out of the elevator.
Dropping the coat on the floor, she stood in front of me, swaying and looking to the side with indifferent dull eyes.
Lena.
– I could hardly speak, – Lena, what did you allow to do with yourself? What are they with you?
She looked the same way – indifferently, drunkenly and absently.
Silently she went into the bedroom and collapsed on the bed, not even bothering to cover herself with a blanket.
I came up with a sheet, but I thought that this was the way the dead were covered – quietly, sorrowfully.
Where is the blanket? It must be covered in order not to see. arab camsex
at least not to see what was done to her.
Near the body of my wife looked even worse.

Beaten, ripped off – with a belt? Scourge? She was beaten.
What for? Why beat a woman? Possess, well, rape – this I could understand, but beat ?.
What for? Established in his power? To humiliate to the last limit and, thus, to rise in your own eyes? Her breasts — the sweet breasts, which I so loved to kiss tenderly — were bitten, swollen and turned blue in places.
But the worst was waiting for me when I involuntarily looked at her pubis.
Smooth-shaven – they, these scum, bother to see all the details of Lenkin’s anatomy – also in bruises and abrasions.
Swollen, rubbed to redness, to sukrovitsy, labia swollen monstrously – looking at them, I did not believe that this is the bud of passion, which I so loved to caress the tender touch of a quick tongue.
The bitch and mucus flowed out of the Lenkin’s vagina, gaping in the most terrible way.
Obviously, she could not move her legs and lay sprawled, exposing her desecrated dignity.

With pain, I leaned over her streaked legs.
The opening of the anus reddened and oozed sukrovitsy.
From the intimate place of Lenka was a peculiar smell – sperm, urine, blood.
I recoiled and, choking with tears, ran out of the room.
For the night I laid myself in another room on the couch.
At night, Lenka got up and went to the bathroom.
I did not sleep, just could not sleep.
I heard her moans when she obviously greased sore spots.
Then, with difficulty, walked to the bed.
So was the weekend.
The next morning, going to work, I noticed that Lenka did not even make attempts to get up.
He lies and looks at me indifferently and, as it seemed to me, with some contempt, although I should just despise her.
Are you not going to work? – I asked.
I was fired.
Yevgeny Pavlovich solemnly announced that he did not need whores at work.
– only here tears glittered in Lenka’s eyes.
Did he also participate?

Of course not.
Participated his son, and the guards.
Then someone else came and went.
They have, there, you know, there is a back door – right into Vovchik’s room.
Looks like Lenka was going to tell me everything now.
Listen? Or interrupt her revelations? Revelations of the wife-whore.
And his friends, Vovchik, are real beasts, – Lenka continued, they are me.
Stop it! – I shouted.
Lenka was silent.
I noticed with horror that there was no remorse in her eyes.
Not a drop.
All week the wife was lying on the couch or sitting at the computer.
Didn’t even cook dinner.
And I had to come from work, cook borscht, and fry potatoes.
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