It is up to Mistress to say if she decides slut deserves to be punished, and then slut will accept her punishment.’ ‘Come here and kiss me” she...ordered. I walked toward her and we kissed for the very first time, it was like drink from a fresh fountain. Our tongues chased each other, we explored each other’s mouths and then she told me to lie on the bed as she had not yet tasted me. ‘Slave slut is eager to obey. Slut requests permission to talk?’ she nodded in agreement. ‘Slut is unworthy of. I never stood a chance as she was 15 stones compared to my 8 stones. As our marriage wore on these sessions turned more into punishments rather than the fun foreplay it started as. My wife would pick on minor excuses, such as overcooked toast or weak tea to push me down and sit on me until I apologised profusely for getting things wrong. She would also only agree to let me up after she had moved up onto my face and made me perform long sessions of oral worship and this became the only foreplay. Her nipples, were pointing slightly upward. Her breast sagged a bit, but NOT seriously. He had seen teens that didn't have knockers this nice. He longed to see a picture of her when she was young. SHE would have been as sexy as any he could think of.They held each other kissing and enjoying the feel of their partner, and making themselves ready for what was SURELY to come at this point. He felt of her from the back of her head to well down the backs of her legs. SURE!!! There would be NO. I said that it was her classmates and I didn't care either way. It was her decision. She said that if I didn't want to go she could probably just go by herself and meet up with her friends that she stays in contact with through Facebook. I was hesitant. I said I would think about it. That night, while she was asleep, I logged in to my Facebook page. I immediately went to the search bar and without hesitation I searched his name. I found his page and I hit the "Send Message" button. Without.