Latent Fingerprint Visualization. An Evaluation of RUVIS Performance

Here I was the wife of a successful professional man, with two lovely children, living in a beautiful home in the suburbs. Isn't that what every woman dreamed of? I had to like it. Had to. Had to welcome whatever my husband threw my way, or I might lose it all. After all, I couldn't shake the memory of what had happened to Fred's first wife. "Go ahead," I forced myself to say. "Fuck me. Fuck me in the ass." "First you've got to tell me how much you want it," he taunted me. "Oh, I want it," I lied. "Jesus, how I want it." "What do you want?" he pointedly asked, obviously fishing for a compliment. "Your big, strong cock," I met his need. "When it's inside me it feels like I'm being fucked by every prick in the world all at once. Only you know how to fuck me, Fred… please fuck me in the ass." "Very good," he evaluated my performance. "Now let me at that tight, red hole." All of a sudden I felt like a piece of shishkebob as he skewered me. Even though there wasn't a drop of lubrication, his cock surged to the hilt up my asshole ...»