I watched as she cried and choked over the panties. She wore a pink robe and looked as if she had been crying, a lot. “You better get me a fucking beer, bitch!” And I shoved her towards the kitchen. The next morning, I went into our bedroom and showered. Breathing heavily, I said, “That’s what a good whore does.”
I pulled out and went to the shower. She was crying heavily now. I got on top of her. When she brought me a fresh beer, I jerked the panties out of her mouth. Now Mandy was wearing a tee shirt and shorts. You understand?” She didn’t answer. “Hand me the belt.” I commanded. You understand?” She didn’t answer. She kept begging, “No, don’t, please.”
I struggled to get my dick out of my pants, but I finally did. “You better get me a fucking beer, bitch!” And I shoved her towards the kitchen.
