1. Enough Is Enough


    Date: 2/1/2016, Categories: Fetish, Voyeur, Author: magas911, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    room. Bob cleaned up dinner and when the kitchen was clean he found Brandy passed out on the couch. A fireman's carry got Brandy to the garage and into Bob's car. Two hours later they were in the desert parked on a dirt road. Bob had grown up in the desert where he had taken Brandy. He knew he could stay there for days without being disturbed. He got two lawn chairs out of the trunk and set them up. He undressed Brandy and got her nude body into one of the chairs. He poured lighter fluid on her clothes and watched them burn about thirty feet from the car. He put the keys to the car under a rock near the back tire of the car. He checked the time and knew Brandy was asl**p. The pills had worn off. He took a small bottle of water from the ice chest, took a good drink and poured a little on Brandy's tits. She jerked awake and slapped at the tiny stream of cold water hitting her chest. "What the fuck!" She yelled. Bob smiled and stopped pouring. He took another drink and sat down. Brandy sputtered, "Where am I? Where are my clothes? What the fuck is going on?" "I wanted to have a talk with you, so we took a drive out here." He spoke quietly, calmly. "I want my clothes!" "You'll have your clothes, later." "I want my clothes now and I want to go home." Bob pointed to a distant light. It was at least a mile away. "Under that light is a pay phone. If you have fifty cents you can make a call from there. Between here and there is a mile of rocks, sand, cactus, thorns, lizards and ...
    snakes. From the light to the nearest town is eighteen miles. The sweats you were wearing are gone forever." "I demand you take me to me clothes and take me home." She screamed. Bob spoke calmly. He said, "If you use the word demand again I will hit you. I have never hit you before, but the days of you demanding anything from me are over. We are here to have a talk. We aren't going anywhere until we have that conversation." "I can take you! I'll just slap the shit out of you and take the car, leaving your sorry ass out here alone." "I don't have the keys to the car on me. Slap the shit out of me and you're still out here in the desert, bare assed, bare foot and shit out of luck." She fumed and stayed in the chair. Bob was a patient man. No cars came by, no planes flew over. He sipped from the water bottle. "Ok. If having a talk is so damned important to you, talk." She folded her arms across her chest and crossed her legs. The expression on her face reminded Bob of someone who had just sucked on a lemon. "Ok. I've made some big mistakes in our marriage. I'm not exactly sure what all of them were, but I've learned enough to start correcting them. Mistake one, I'm too easy going. I avoided any kind of conflict. I can see now that isn't a good thing. Two, when our baby died we never talked about it, never did anything together to heal from the hurt. We should have. You made decisions about us and you changed your behavior towards me unilaterally. I still have no idea why. I didn't ...
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