I had been subjected to so much new abuse that everything was a new experience, so after being released and showered I forgave him and accepted this w...s something I had needed to try, and we kissed and made up, but I did tell him it was not something I relly needed to do to have a good orgasm.That night it was my turn to abuse him and once he had been imobilised in his contraption, tied in similiar fashion as I had been, I added a new item from his collection, a hood.Hubby sat quietly with a. I lick over that skin, not to soothe but to remind your of my claim. Now, you are almost mine. You are a lover who gives pleasure freely to another, but is reluctant to accept it in yourself. Your mind is too busy, your soul too withdrawn to easily submit to that utter vulnerability. No matter how much I feel you are mine, how the way you taste, the way your scent has changed to something more heady, heavier and potent, one sound, one movement can pull you out of the web of pleasure I weave.. The purpose of so many competitions is to give every squad a chance to shine."An hour of physical rehabilitation followed. Then I was ordered to report to Commandant Mackie in his office. I formally reported in the Navy style used by Marines—because even though the Mackie Military School was "military" it was run by former and retired Marines. Commandant Mackie had retired from the Marines as a sergeant major. The Army and Air Force render a hand salute when reporting. Marines and Sailors. My cock had never felt bigger; my need to drive in deep never greater. 'Gran, this is fantastic, you're fantastic.' I crooned in her ear.But she was not listening; her orgasm was creeping up on her. A cocktail of need, of i****tuous shame, of frustration, of the forbidden, of erotical unbridled lust went through her like a train entering a tunnel. She was rolling her bum, massaging my cock with her virgina and wailing, 'David, David, Oh, no, oh, no, please stop, I'm cah.... Oh, my dear God, I'm.