You and I are going to prove him wrong. You’ll do exactly as I tell you when he comes over. If you don’t, I’ll whip you in front of him and then...force you to submit to my lover in ways you won’t find enjoyable. Don’t think for a moment that I’m kidding, either. I’m serious about this, William. It’s time you found out what it means to be a real slave to a dominant woman. Besides, it will add a little spice to our marriage in ways you’ve only fantasized about.??Just how big is his cock?? I asked.. “Who is laughing now?” He taunted as he whipped me a second, third and fourth time. “I’m sorry, Detective. I really am. Please stop.” “You’re going to learn the real meaning of sorry.” He said sadistically as I felt more strokes of the belt. He stopped for a moment and circled the bed where I lay helplessly at his mercy. He was like a shark watching over his prey and I clearly knew what my role was. He folded the belt again and I braced myself. “Whack!” “I’m sorry, a million times. I’m sorry.”. The is always a but. Apparently, inhis younger days, H had been quite the MISTER LOVER LOVER MAN. Yes, she told me ALL about it,every position known to man, every hole known to woman, and several times a day. Lucky mom.Well... lucky apart from it being H. Always LERRING at me when I was in my teens. YUK At the time of this trip, H was suffering from diabetes, which in conjuction with large intakesof whiskey, had made him impotent. As a result, my mom had not had regular sex for years, andno sex. Then in a very loud and rude tone she asked me “who are youand why are you asking about me?”.I had not expected such crude retort from her. I felt very much insulted andbecame angry. I said “madam — give respect and be polite when you talk”.She replied even more angrily “why should I be polite? — you are unknown person— not only you ring the doorbell and trouble me — you also want respect — whatshould I do? — should I do Bharata Natya Dance before you?”.I was taken aback by her tone and.