The wife was in her late 30's, and her husband was older, in his early 50's. Both were professionals; she was an immigration lawyer, and he was a judg.... They had both become increasingly concerned with Europe's burgeoning white nationalist activity towards immigrants, and towards African immigrants especially. The husband had been unable to get his wife pregnant, and though they could have easily afforded the high cost of fertility therapy, and in vitro fertilization, they wanted a c***d. It was unfair and unfounded." She shook her head again. "I was such a bitch to you, and you didn't deserve that."I patted her hand. "That's behind us ... Well, sort of." I caught her expression and said, "We'll have to work out what to do in class before Monday."She nodded and looked back at Jordan. "She told me that you saw some of my memories too. What did you see?"I glanced at Jordan and Katrina. "I'm not sure you'll want me to talk about it with them here. Most of it was either very painful. It all started back in 86 i was f*ve and my mum was very busy not couldn't look aways look after me my aunty jill always was round looking after me instead she would always treat me very well gie me hugs and kisses she even did a little dance sometimes to chere me up,she told my mum she would always hav me sleep over if needed so i ended up staying over, over the next few weeks as i was over she always seemed to leave the bath room door open a bit i cud she her bathing soapin her milf body down. “But now I want you to imagine I’m sucking your cock as you pump and thrust your cock between my legs.” Obediently, I began thrusting, my swollen cockhead rubbing pleasurably against her warm thighs. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Ariadne used her flat palm and made the sting even greater. As she did so, my ass tingled. It felt very good and proper to be receiving pleasure and pain from Ariadne at the same time – the fulfillment of a long-held fantasy. I sobbed, nearly crying. “Thank you, Lady Ariadne,.