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    The blow hit her square in the face and Melanie fell onto the freshly made bed. She wore a light blue dress and a white apron. Her shoulder-length blonde hair covered part of her face where tears were beginning to form. The pretty young woman was now lying in front of a slightly overweight man whose dark hair was slightly curled. His face reminded you more of a pig, even if Melanie hadn't thought that way before. "Did you think you could escape me, bitch?" he snapped angrily. There was an anger boiling in his small, round eyes that had turned into sheer madness in the last few months. "You are my wife!" "I filed for divorce," she said sheepishly. Her cheek burned like fire and she just wanted Tom to go away and leave her alone. Forever. But her husband didn't want to go. In his hands he held the divorce papers that had probably come to him in the mail this morning. "You little cunt won't divorce me!" he hissed and threw the papers...

    The storm still wasn't completely over. Lightning flashed across the firmament. Sonja knelt on the carpeted floor between her nephew's feet. Except for a leather collar, the young woman was naked like her nephew. The light from the candles cast shadows on her delicate, well-proportioned body. Dirk was sitting on the couch in his aunt's living room. In his hand he held the leash that was connected to her black collar. He enjoyed the sight of the submissive woman kneeling in front of him and groaned in satisfaction. As she slid her tongue over his luscious penis. He had recently found out about the submissive streak of his aunt, who was 7 years older than him, and enjoyed taking advantage of it. The 25 year old licked the boy's magnificent member and played around it with her tongue. She slowly got used to the taste, which was so different from his father's. The tip of her tongue circled his bulging glans and she was rewarded with his throaty sigh, which spoke of ...