Yes, I had opportunities with several suitable gentlemen but I never strayed even once I must admit though, that it very nearly did happen. Sometimes ...ate at night, I could hear my husband clearly wanking. What was wrong with my opening? I began to have concerns, what was Peter fantasising about?There was a problem with my bedroom door the hinges needed to be oiled because it was squeaking rather a lot. The oil can, along with several other things, was in the garage. The single light bulb in. I closed my eyes and then, smack smack smack smack his hand descending down onto my unprotected tender bottom. More smacks, coming fast and hard smack smack smack smack. John settled down into a steady rhythm of smacks alternating from my bum to my thighs until I was squealing and howling like a spoiled little girl. I could hear John laughing quietly to himself as I was starting to squirm on his lap but he just kept smacking away, smack smack smack smack, until I started to cry and sob loudly,. Don't go with Mandingo "I never ever see him talking dirty before.Finn: Oh, let me tell you something, Mandingo is a personAlexa: What! Who is Mandingo?Finn: An asshole guy, he lives in strip clubs with whoresAlexa: what is his relationship with Mark?Finn: I don't know, i think there is nothing, we were talking about him and how he had sex with StellaAlexa: Oh, Does Stella works as a stripper?Finn: Maybe she does, she has sex with him in public, so maybe Mark affected with what we were talking. Marlene winced as Bernard grabbed her right wrist and pulled her arm back hard over her pretty head.He pulled her arm so hard that she thought her shoulder and her elbow would be pulled from their sockets. Her head and shoulders were pressed back against the bed as he pulled her wrist tight against the bedpost. The sadistic man then tied the copper wire around her slim, dainty wrist and the bed post at the same time. It was obvious from his gruff manner that he didn’t give a shit how much pain.