She turned me over, flipping me onto my back, the pain from the contact with my bruised back barely registered upon my pain-numbed senses. My cock had...softened from during my torture, but I was half-crazed with desire for this woman, and a few expert, teasing strokes from her hand brought the blood rushing back to it. I smiled up at the sight of the beautiful and naked woman who had comforted and controlled me during my torment. Despite knowing that she had been part of that agony, I felt such. She was having lunch with her parents, Kevin asked if he could speak to her father alone for a minute. ‘Mr. O’malley sir, I love and respect your daughter, I want to propose to her with your permission?’ He asked. ‘Well Kevin, you are young yet, of course I and the missus were not much older when I did the same thing. If you really love my daughter and you want to ask her well then you have my blessing son.’ He replied patting the nervous young man on the back. With that Kevin strolled over to. She crossed one leg over the other and rubbed the bottom of her nylon covered foot up and down the other leg. She stretched and then ran her hands up and down her sides before bringing them back up over her tummy to her breasts.Leaning back further in the chair, she unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse and slid one hand inside it. She pressed the fine lace of her bra against her nipple. That felt good. She gently pinched the hard nubbin, using the black material to scratch lightly. The other times were when the marriage was still new and a great deal of alcohol was involved. As long as he did not ‘fuck’ a woman, he did not consider himself cheating. A blowjob was the same as a kiss, just lower. And he always kissed his female friends, at one time or another. This, sex, was a lot more risky. Women tend to get caught up in the ‘what does this mean’ part. Not to mention the fact that he had not used a condom in 10 years. At least she was married. She risked her family too..