‘Now, Mrs. Pavli, tell me where your husband is,’ Oleander said. ‘On… his way… here,’ she stammered, struggling to breathe. ‘Olaf, lif... her head,’ Oleander ordered. ‘I can’t hear her.’ The butler did as he was told, lifting her face gently with his gloved hands. When she looked into his eyes, she saw something unexpected on the silent man’s face – pity. ‘Where’s you husband, Mrs. Pavli?’ Oleander asked again. ‘I said… he’s on his way.’ ‘Your faith in your husband is admirable, my dear, but. When we started having sex, we both decided that i was his submissive little slut and so that's how he treats me when he fucking my ass-hole, today however that's gonna change, I'm going to show shaun that i can dominate just as well as he can, and he is going to be my bitch!!!, it's three AM and I'm in is bedroom, we always fuck in shaun bedroom because he likes to tie me up, and he has the ropes already tied to his bedposts. He's a sound sleeper i know that nothing will wake shaun right now,. “That sounds perfect,” I practically moaned back to him. CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK A volley of spanks landed sharply on my ass and I squirmed in discomfort. “That sounds perfect, SIR. I will not remind you again. Is that clear?” He barked. His change of tone frightening but also exciting me. “Yes, sir. That is very clear, sir.” I responded quickly. My panties were growing very damp. I kept track in my head and he gave me exactly twenty-four spanks with the spoon before releasing my lower. The first time I met my first husband was the afternoon I won him in a strip poker game. Gary and Laurie played in that game, as did Stan, the man to whom I'm married now.Stan and I have been best friends since preschool. He was the guy who was always there for me when I needed him. He helped me by being my friend, when my mother, sister and both brothers were killed, when I was eight. He was an usher at my first wedding. After my first marriage failed, he was there to pull me out of more.