I was to supply the rest of it…a struggle to ‘not’ be spanked…like a girlfriend or wife that didn’t want spanked. He came over to the bed, t...ok me by the wrist and started to pull me out of bed. I whined, struggled a little and started to beg…“Honey, please no…please…PLEASE, don’t spank me!” I begged. “I promise to be good…I’ll do anything…PLEASE don’t spank me…I’ll be good.”It turned into a tug of war and a little wrestling match, as I was almost dragged to the waiting chair. I didn’t have to. I searched through all my drawers and my closet for what seemed like forever before I finally found something to wear. It was a black thong and bra, it wasn’t much but I got out my black stockings and heels to go along with it. I quickly put on the clothing and started to think of what else I could put on. I finally decided on a nice black teddy that you could see through and my brunette wig. I gave a little turn and then bent over to pick up my clothing. As I did I looked at my sexy ass in the. It was also a test for me and my wife with our open relationship. The time it happened we had been married about 12 years. When I met this young lady, she caused a spark that almost burned my marriage. It was something that was a true test for us. I call it “An Evening in Paris.” I need to set the stage for what happened. I am a computer engineer. I have been for over 45 years. I have designed and built computer hardware, software and documentation. In 1982 I worked for the number 2. I was deepthroating it and would pause when the head entered my esophagus just to lengthen the feeling and to press my lips against the denim. I was so horny, I wanted to literally swallow his cock. I was getting a good rhythm when I was startled by Philip entering the room without my knowledge.Seeing only the back of my head bobbing inward, my ass, and the bottoms of my bare feet, he asked, "Hi Honey. I figured I would find you back here doing your thing. I was going to order a pizza. How long.