I bent her legs back till her knees were pressed tight against the mattress and started pounding faster, asking her how she liked it every time I esca...ated. I hadn't planned it, but I realized while pounding her increasingly faster that I needed to go rougher. I couldn't do it.My hands were correspondingly cruel gripping the backs of her thighs tighter and tighter about which she might've complained had she not been moaning and crying out in response to the hard slam fucking she could no longer. He positioned me a little while giving my ass a pretty good feel; this was getting better. I was told to relax and try to breathe normally then, “I have a feeling this is one of the smallest things that’s been inserted in you lately.” There was a short pause while he applied some lube, what amounted to a slow finger-fucking then he remarked, “When was the last time you had sex?”“This morning about 6 or 6:30.”“Mmmm…and before that?”“Last night maybe tenish.”“Mmmm…were they long sessions?” A. .......I wore the GPS belt daily. No one noticed it and I got used to wearingit, but Sandy continued to snap and snarl at me, and worst of all... nosex. I was reduced to masturbation. Happily the belt did not precludethat modest personal satisfaction or indeed the satisfaction derivedfrom a rectal vibrator. Day after day I would arrive home after work,masturbate, watch TV, read the paper, review the mail, and wait forSandy to come in after her day was done. The days grew longer as herwork. She lay now in her underclothing, a well filled matching dark blue set, a long line bra, a suspender belt, her belly just peering over the top edge, her stout legs encased in shear nylons, and knickers, stray pubic hair showing round the crutch, not having been shaved in the last few years. To him she was all he could desire, a real woman, not some model in a sex magazine or page 3, but a woman he would meet in any street, desirable, and willing, begging him to take her, use her, enjoy her. a.