Her AA breast was swollen and purple in colour, he stopped and sat up to look at his handy work and was pleased to see that breast was swollen almost ...ouble in size. She was crying out from the pain but the more tears her hazel eyes produced the more aroused he got. Her freckled face was soaked from her tears. He folded her over so that her knees were on her own shoulders. He slapped her all along the back of her thighs to her ass cheeks. Blow after blow with his bare open hand. Spanking her. My dick had gone down, but my mind was still racing about the implications about my excitement over humiliation. The next morning, after taking her shower, my wife pranced around in lingerie from the previous night. She kept muttering, “What should I wear? What should I wear?” Eventually, she picked out a rather sheer blouse and some curve-hugging pants. “Honey, you can’t dress like that? Aren’t you teaching today? Don’t you have office hours?” My wife was an adjunct professor in math at. "Sure." Before you do, be an angel and bring us a couple of glasses of the lemon squash that's in a jug in the fridge, would you? I made it this morning. Then when you come back I want you to oil me, please. And get that kit off so's the lady can see the goods!"I handed her a tall coaster of the iced lemonade, peeled off my T-shirt and slipped out of my shorts. As she passed me a tube of sun lotion she took an appreciative glance at my erect cock. "It's even better in close-up Mr De Mille!" She. " How is Vicky?" he then asked, as if he was afraid to, and in a way he was."Your little wife is doing fine," Beatrice chimed, meaning every word because she wanted to more than anything else in the world. "In fact, she's out horseback riding and has been for a few hours now. I guess she got up at the crack of dawn, and she's been riding around that track ever since. She looks good on a horse." As good as she looks under a horse?" he asked."Probably," Beatrice replied, adding nothing further.