She was to see Lord Michael in the library as soon as she got home. She had always associated the library with her father, going to it when she was yo...nger, her father reading to her out of one of the hundreds of books that lined the bookcases. It would change today, Lord Michael to be punishing her in her father’s library. She never told anyone about the way he had fondled her body while punishing her. Or the way she had responded to his unwelcome touch. She was afraid of herself as much as. I did notice that he seemed to have regained some of the good humor he'd had when we were young. She took his coat, hung it, bent and picked up a well worn pair of slippers. She brought them and knelt on the floor. Dave by this time had me in a bear hug so she had to wait. He stepped back and lifted each foot so she could pull off its loafer and slip on the comfortable replacement.She stood and went back to the counter and the dinner preparations. We drank beer and watched as she worked.They. He slapped me a few more times with his cock. ‘You’re my little bitch. Suck my cock!’ I gritted my teeth and tried to turn my head away, but he’d have none of that. He shoved his rod between my lips and forced my teeth apart. ‘Now, suck it, bitch!’ He held my ears, turning my head slightly as he fucked my face. I felt totally under his power and I loved it. I could feel the head hitting the back of my throat as he continued with a slow rhythm. Then, he pushed me down onto my back and straddled. He was this huge muscular black guy and he intimidated me. The comments started few and far between at first. We would be having a conversation about sports or something and then he would slip in something about how hot my wife was. Then he started asking more personal questions, wanting to know how often we did it and her sexual tastes and finally how many times she had cheated on me. “What makes you think she cheated on me?” I had to know. “It’s all over your face,” he smirked. “Besides, hot.