’ His voice was soft and sexy, his lips closing around the word. My name. Savoring it on his tongue while his eyes watched mine, waiting. I giggled....‘What is it? What do you need, John?’ His laughter delighted me, as his eyes crinkled almost shut, and he threw back his head. Then, suddenly, he was serious again. ‘Daisy.’ His eyes closed, and he gave an almost imperceptible shake of his head. ‘I wish you would give me what I need,’ he murmured and opened his eyes. I wasn’t sure I’d heard him. Otis McGee was not what you could call a smart fella. He was a bit slow when it comes to book-learning. Otis was more of a thinking man. Problem was, you never could be quite certain what he was thinking.Oh, I know, them folks down the holler all thinking I'm making excuses for Otis, but that's just not so. Fact be known, I am somewhat partial to big Otis cause he is my nephew. Everyone will tell you that."Those McGee's, they all stick together and that's no lie".Well, I'm a telling you true,. ..AHHHHHH!" Jerome started plowing into my pussy, I lost control. It felt so good I started climaxing. "Fuck me Jerome I'm yours do it, yes that feels so good...AHHHHHHHHHHH!"Just then the phone rang, DAMN! I thought."Answer it," Jerome told me."Hello," I said, trying to control myself."Morning sweetheart," it was my husband."Morning honey," Jerome picked up the pace."How did you sleep?" he asked."Not well," Are you okay?" Yes, I just kept dreaming of you putting that bun in my oven," I felt. If she didn't, she was "punished". She had a list of punishments and it was up to John to pick and choose the appropriate one. The anal training was his top priority.During the conversation with John, Jim had learned that sometimes Linda didn't follow his instructions. In fact, she had not done her training in 3 days - but Linda didn't know that John knew this. John decided that Jim could administer her 'punishment' today. They had discussed her limits, her expectations and what John would.