Her breathing was soft and slow. She was content to be held just as I was holding her. I wondered how far away they would be able to hear the explosio... if my wife were to walk in at this very moment. I also wondered why she’d be upset. She hadn’t spooned with me in years. She wanted to sell or give away our queen sized bed and get twin beds! For as long as my bladder would allow I stayed right there holding this woman I didn’t hardly know. Savoring the warmth, the soft feeling of her ass. I increase the speed, every now and then slipping a finger inside the smooth, moist lips, then out and around her clit once again. I imagine her hips begin to move slightly, without her thinking, then realise that I’m doing the same thing. I see her face, just as mine must look, as I near the edge. Then, before I know it, I’m over the edge and flying. My fingers move with ease now, as does my mind as it slides me to another plain. I’m laying on my back, with a sweet girl between my legs. Her. He was completely helpless, he screamed as saw the master produce a long, thin five foot cane, and cried, "No, please, no please, no." "Ten strokes, sissy" roared Master Edwards. Sissy Wendy, tears pouring down his face, pleaded with Samantha. "Please don't let him cane me." Samantha with feigned sympathy said "I know it will hurt, Wendy, but it's for your own good. You have to learn obedience. Now be a brave girlie, Wendy." N oooooooo oh nooooooo,noooooo." His screams rang through the room at. “Mmm, she wants to explode so badly,” Aunt Louisa purred. “Her body's just aching for it.”“She's such a slut, Mom,” Georgia moaned. “Mmm, my slutty sister.”“Such a slut,” I whimpered, my pussy throbbing with bruised delight. “Please, Daddy, please, may I cum?”“No.”I shuddered at the iron in his words. His flail flicked upward again, cracking across my pussy. The wet, thudding impact echoed through the living room. My screams followed. I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting against my orgasm.I wanted.