Susan made a step backwards but the wall was still there.It took two slaps. Mick hit her a lot harder than Shane did back in the car. She would have f...llen to the floor, but the wall behind her prevented even that escape route. In panic, she raised her arms, covered her face with her hands. Anything, just to protect her face. Anything. However, Mick was a lot stronger than his tiny frame (or rascally moustache) suggested. He removed both her arms easily and hit her again. And again. He did it. As it is Sunday and because we slept late at night. Okay! Did you wake up in the middle of the night?Me: (She got me) No amma. As you know I did that(Masturbation). I slept deep and now only I woke up. Why mom what happened?Mom: How many times you did that yesterday?Me: Which one Amma you are talking about?Mom: Hmm. Okay! I’ll directly come to the point. How many times you did masturbation yesterday?Me: (with a shy smile) One time, Amma.Instead of showing one finger, I showed two fingers to. We have a really open relationship, but there are some things that she won't tolerate. I understand that, but I also like to play with fire.It was a Tuesday night, and we both had meetings that were going to run late into the night. I suspected that my wife would be having another woman eat her pussy, rather than close the Henderson account, but I didn't want to say anything. I would be lucky if my meeting would be finished by midnight. I had to pore over a number of large files before. We were both straining to get closer, to get deeper, holding our heads together for dear life, as our bodies quivered and pulsed with blistering heat, wrapped around each other like a steal cage, sweat flying around like rain.As we both regained our wits, our breathing slowly came back under control, and we both listened to hear which k**s had woken up. None--Whew. Gradually she lay down on top of me and we collapsed together, drained and paralyzed.For several minutes neither of us could even.