"Whose ass is this?" I taunt."It's your ass, Sir," you submissively announce."Who owns this ass?" I require."You do, Khambrel," you meekly state."That...is right, girl, do not forget." No Sir." Who owns you, babydoll?" I inquire."You do, Sir." You are pushing your beautiful body back toward me as you answer.My questions always turn you on more. Being reminded of your place increases your pleasure. Starting to ride my dick with your ass, you permit your resolve to ebb. Back and forth, you moan out. .. I AM a normal guy, after all! But I worked through it with logic and reason and shoved the emotional hurt to the rear. Sandi was right ... it WAS a LOT different than with her screwing Brad. Probably because I felt Brad and I were co-conspirators at the beginning ... and I knew, by his word and actions, he was 'only friends' with Sandi.And I was still screwing Lisa at least once a week, after all, while giving her a taste of the 'discipline' she craved.It was over in two weeks. I knew so,. Once Eve had picked the instrument of punishment I would have her place it on the small table until the day was over and we were preparing to sleep. Depending on how the day went she would either be rewarded with only 10 strokes or as many as she had earned throughout the day.I would have her suck me off first thing in the morning then I would either bend her over the foot of the bed or the bench so I could fuck her in her ass. We would then shower sometimes I would make love with her in the. I moved from around so that I would rub against every part of her pussy and she must have loved the feeling because in no time, she came again and this one was harder than the first. Her body shook from the intensity and her knees began to buckle. I held on to her hips and kept her steadied as her pussy clamped down on me like vice. I hadn’t felt her be that tight since our wedding night and the feeling was more than I could bear and I began to empty myself into her for the second time. I.