We toyed for a while with the idea of having her put on a hillbilly accent, make sure to speak in only single syllables, bring her to Nascar with me in a pair of Daisy Dukes and pass her around the pits. xxx sex Still, I’ve done pretty well. The half dozen guys in the van were no different. She stood, trembling and sniffling as he sliced her clothes into thin ribbons, talking the whole time. And that someday she was going to see that our marriage was totally fucked up and that would be the end of that. But it was his balls that caught my eyes. Women were put on earth to serve and service men. “Tear it up and throw it in the toilet,” he ordered. Not much else seems to matter. “I guess not.”
He leaned closer to my wife now, his face inches from hers. “No, please, you don’t mean it…” I watched him standing there like a statue, not saying a word. I don’t know. “She’s all yours, guys,” I said, rolling over and pulling the covers back over my head. He finished by having her step out of the shoes, then stood back up.
