” “One what?” She thought back to the scene by the Rolls Royce, where he had tried, nay, succeeded in humiliating her the day before. She would ...e stronger this time, she determined. After all, what were mere words. What the fuck, fuck, fuck, were words. Mere fucking words. She could feel her face going beetroot, betraying the flaw in her thought pattern, and was glad he could only see the top of her head. “One Sir, thank you Sir. May I have another,” she said to the plush carpet. She had no. We went back to the table and chatted for a while, had an outstanding prime rib meal, and when the waiter brought the desert over, he got down on one knee and popped the question, of course she said yes. From there we went back to our suite laughed and partied for a while until my wife, being the lady she is asked about Aspens big cock that she'd heard so much about..Aspen stood up and put on one hell of a strip tease with my wife and Tommy and I just enjoyed the show. Once naked my wife asked. We looked in each other’s eyes and I caught her face and we had a really long kiss. In the meantime, I took my hands and pressed her breasts. She caught my hand and encouraged me to press her other breast.I went from the driver seat to her seat and she sat on my lap. The AC was turned on. The chillness made us hug much tighter. We again kissed for a much longer duration.I then broke the kiss and removed her top. She felt shy and covered her breasts. There was no talking between us. Just pure. Just the pleasure of making you suffer and bleed and finally seeing a new and wonderful woman emerge from it all, purified in the fierce and cleansing heat of suffering. That will be reward enough, believe me!" Bleed?" asked Penny, rather apprehensively."Purely figurative! Don't fret!"Purely figurative it was for the first few weeks. Penny became ever more skilled in all the moves involved in the sport of kickboxing, but never once did her fist land on that ever moving and ever unhittable face,.