“An hour, I guess,” she says. “I wanted to look good.” “You always look good,” you compliment her. “And even if you didn’t, who cares?...I’m the only one you know here and I love you no matter how you look.” “I know,” she smiles. “I just hate looking unkempt.” “I’ll shave after breakfast, so I won’t look as unkempt as I do now.” “You don’t have to do that,” Danielle says as you enter the restaurant. “If you try hard to look good for me, then I will try hard to look good for you.” Danielle gives. “So that’s how you wanna play this,… alright” I said as I flipped her onto her stomach. I pulled her blouse off of her arms and unhooked her bra. Then I pushed off and moved down to her hips. I hooked my fingers under the waistband of her white cotton panties, and slid them off her legs, taking her shoes off at the same time. I moved over to kneel next to her and I started caressing the length of her body. She started to roll over, so I put my hand on her back, holding her down. “Where do. The current situation was mostly irrelevant anyway. My reasons were dishonest because it was the future Carol rather than the current one that I wanted as my wife. Carol's reasons were dishonest because whatever she thought her reasons were, they were mostly that she was reveling in the attention from me and Julia, and mostly because she respected us so much. In a couple of months she'd be strong enough not to crave respect. Only then would she and I start having honest reasons for being. Arching up to meet each stroke of your hand. The fluids from my pussy dripping down onto the comforter, soaking it. I can hardly breathe, my body tense, waiting for the next blow, aching to feel your hand again. “PLEASE!” I beg. “I NEED MORE!” My ass lifts higher, anticipating each strike. Then your cool lips, kissing the sting. Soothing the ache. “I’m going to fuck you now. I’m going to fill your hot pussy with my throbbing cock. I’m going to torment you. Do.