I learned that it would strike in moments, but I was paralyzed. I could only lay over his knee and accept the humiliation. Smack! His hand tapped me a...d the soaking wet lips of my sex made a loud slapping sound despite the gentleness of the spanking. "You are a bad girl. Your cunt is wet. You are a very bad girl." He stroked me, expertly teasing my swollen clit, yet knowing when to go lower, preventing the orgasm. He spanked my cunt and slid up and down on it, reminding me of my shame. I knew I. .. but they always said it'd be strictly blowjobs unless i paid them a ridiculous amount. So we agreed to a blowjob again. We had kept agreeing on times and dates but they always fell through until we found a perfect day, near enough. This time though it was a bit more difficult as their parents were home, so we had to be careful. I made sure i was prepared this time though and made sure i had a wank before i set off so she'd have to work to get my cum, and she did ;). I arrived at her house, a. My two minders (Alkena and Avril) were allowed in as well to help me through the proper procedures. In the event the King brushed aside most of the established protocol. I had to bow of course, but then he simply asked “So you want to appeal for Diadot? Are you sure? This man tried to kill you. He seems to feel you lower the tone of the place. I can see what he means” ‘oh, thanks’ I thought “I mean you seem to see rutting as good fun, what else do you do? Roll in dung?” The court dutifully. Life on the yacht with my husband and friend had been a crammed and tight existence. Still, being in love and adoring each other’s company, it had been the best time of my life, not counting the wedding itself. Now everything was so silent. I stepped through the frame and felt the pressure of the closing door almost push me over. The slow, low-pitched rumble of my fridge and the faint sound of droplets falling on the ceiling window were like drums to my ears. Every time my feet touched the.