He nodded yes, still sobbing and crying desperately.I found that we had no other option tan accept my faith as a whore for that stranger.Victor finall... arranged everything. I wanted he could be present there to witness how her loving wife was used as a fuck doll and ravaged by a perfect stranger; but it was no possible, according the instructions the man sent back.I was supposed to be at the indicated address by midnight, wearing nothing but a long coat, nylon hose and high heels. I rebelled;. Well it was more than a holiday, my husband had taken up with our son's wife and the pair had run away together, it had been a very unpleasant time for both my son and myself, but we'd kept our heads down and now I was going to stay with him for a week or so in Spain where he lived, we intended getting our heads together to talk about selling our houses and buying a pub, or even a bar in Spain!I felt positive about my life now he'd gone, I'd done things I'd never have dreamt of doing when I was. She bottled up her emotions and hated to cry. But she needed to for so many things. He wanted to help her with it. He smacked her ass again. And again and again. Hard and fast. Each time she responded with a high pitched wince. He ran his fingers over the red skin, feeling it exude heat. In the silence she couldn't hide a sniffle. “Don't hold it in,” he whispered to her. “Crying is not a sign of weakness.” He spanked her again, hearing her cracking voice call out. He smacked her some more,. “Claire honey, are you for real? Listening to you going on about Jason … it’s pretty obvious you’ve really got the hots for him and that he’s the one that you really fancy …”Claire blushed, and went quiet for a moment. Then, still blushing she spoke, “Well, I guess that’s why they pay you the big bucks sweetheart!” before adding after a pause, “honey … are you upset about it?”I smiled gently at Claire. We’d promised to be 100% honest with each other, and so I thought for a moment to find.