“After all I did for you.”“Boy, you don’t know what you’re talking about. What did you think you did? Have your romp smacked with a paddle? ...ore some leather thingie under your shirt? Really, what kind of compromise or life-changing decision do you think you took?”“This one,” Simon shook his hand and opened his shirt with hurried moves.“Oh, dear,” Carter felt his jaw getting slack.The sight of red, oozing skin was a shock. But even more was the message imprinted in black ink on Simon’s smooth. Most of my Saturdays are very similar to previous posts, so as fun as it is, it makes for a repetitive read.Last Saturday was a little different though, so I figured it was worth writing about. So as fucked up as this might sound, one of the aspects that I've unexpectedly come to enjoy from this arrangement is watching Anna let herself get treated like an object.That statement deserves a little backstory, so here goes: Since I've known her, Anna has always been a very sexual and flirty person,. I can judge her state and keep her slightly ahead of me. Then she changes her motions to those which will take her over.Again, she constricts around me. I turn us over to thrust into her warmth. She comes, and I follow. Recovered, back in my arms, she snuggles back against me. She will stay the night, and is -- if I know her at all -- already planning the morning. "What were you thinking of?" she asks."How I could possibly be so lucky to have found you." You came highly recommended," she says.. Week 3 same bullshit plowing out there chops, works meeting it was Weds , informed them to tone down the drink and change subject at work we plough on and head back. After dinner boys head up stair's even tho D is in leather knee highs, large fishnet stockings and tied in a bow white blouse, the pubs quiet only a few other dinner's D comes over with a coffee and sits looking embarrassed "You OK? Notice hubby missing last couple of night's?" She now looks glum "He's had to go to Bristol ,family.