Being of a military background, Bill had seen this same reaction many times before. The respect for his leadership was still there, but it only existe... out of fear of repercussion, rather than actual love and admiration.Bill mostly gave up at that point, allowing his wife to raise his son the way she saw fit, a mistake he later came to regret. Now, not only was he faced with the task of explaining to her what transpired this afternoon, but he also knew that they would both have to tread lightly. I saw no point in any of this, my clit did not work properly any more and it was all so painful and humiliating.My lover took a box of body paints and a brush from the cupboard. She began to mix some henna dye."I would like us to paint our scalps...I will give you ancient tribal markings on your bare head, and paint mine also. Then I will play with that clit of yours until it can be milked of an orgasm."I was surprised she wanted to after telling me not to touch it, but she took the thin brush. I went mad and started sucking her like anything and in some five minutes she was shivering and jerking throwing her pussy onto my face and she held my head tightly on her pussy. I had already inserted my tongue into her love hole and was sucking it from inside. She jerked heavily and then became calm. I knew she came with a violent orgasm.I had a violent hard on too and I wanted to hold it harder still and so I opened my boxers and my manhood stood like a pole. She was shying from looking at. "Except for your tan boots,everything you're wearing is black and white so it needed that slash ofscarlet to set it off. Now you just have to take these and we're done."She handed me a pair of black leather gloves and a riding crop, then ledme back downstairs to where Hans was waiting for us in the courtyard."Good morning, Eva," he said, with a grin. "You look good in thatoutfit." As do you in yours," I said.He was attired in dark grey britches, his Wehrmacht boots, a tweedjacket over a.