He was totally shocked that I thought we needed help. To him, our marriage was perfect. What was there to change? I couldn’t even get him to conside... my viewpoint. ‘I called the lady back the next day and they came to our house. I told them what he said and, of course, I began to cry. They comforted me and said that I should pack my bags and come with them. They’d make sure I’d be safe. They even helped me pack. I never wanted to return to that house or see him again. ‘Fortunately, I did have. She had a tight red shirt that said "Ho Ho Ho" on the front and "My place or yours Santa" in the back. I watched her sit down and she made eye contact with me and smiled.There was a knock at the door as the food was being passed and one of the cousins answered the door. A few seconds later the door opened and a older women in her mid fifties wheeled herself inside to the table. Everyone got up and kissed and hugged Margie Grandmother Mildred and they introduced me to her. I look down at her in. "He commanded, "Good. Come here my pet". He sat on the bed. He grabbed her. And told her."I want to spank you the number of times equal to your age you are turning today. I want to train you in taking spanking like a good slave. And I want you to thank me for each spanking you recieve. And I want you over my knees now."Spanking was not new to her. Every now and then whenever the occasion permitted, he tapped her ass lightly and she with no doubt enjoyed that. But this was something different.. Stan, my husband, was fondling Lisa’s gorgeous 38DD tits (she had the biggest rack of all of us), while she was giving Stan’s 10” pole a sloppy blow job. Meanwhile, Bryan was standing behind me, with his hands squeezing my bouncing 35E boobs, as he slammed his 9” cock in and out of my sopping wet pussy like a jackhammer.With the heightened effect of this being a new experience for all of us, I had an earth shaking climax, just as Bryan unloaded a huge stream of cum deep into my cunt. When he.