”The girl came down the short flight of stone steps, turned sideways and entered the cellar, the awkward yoke still on her shoulders.“Chessie, oh ...hessie,” the woman cried, rising to meet her, “what have they done to you?”The child stood, head bowed, while the woman tried to open the strap around her neck. She turned to me. “It’s bent closed.”I pried the buckle open with the tip of my blade and the woman took the yoke from the girl and set it aside. “Have they hurt you?” she asked.The girl. He was a bit surprised (but pleased) when I said 'you can do it harder than that' and he did, until I saw that my bum cheeks were burning red and this hot stinging sensation was flooding my ass and pussy, it made me want him again. I never thought he would do that but it felt great, especially as the sensation of him fucking me so wonderfully was still there. Afterwards I asked him why he wanted to smack me and he said, 'you look the type who would enjoy that'. I just giggled and said 'I do'.He. One of the things that he told me; I remember vividly. He said the co-worker told him that my wife, “Really knew how to turn it on in bed, she knows how to bring it.”I finally realized that I could not control what my wife was going to do. My mindset started to change.I told my wife that I was okay if she wanted to have sex with another guy. She told me that she wouldn’t do that. After my mindset change, which took over a year for me to get to that point, my sexual outlet has been fantasizing. With one hand on the back of my head, and the other, wrapped around my waist, I was powerless to resist. His hand slowly slid down my side, lightly caressing my knee. I put my hands around him, kissing him back, sucking his tongue into my mouth. My arousal was overcoming my fears. My mind was racing, here I was kissing some guy I just met, dressed up like a typical teenage girl. It was almost like a dream, I felt just like a girl out on a date, making out a little. Gently he pushed me back on.