Somehow, we never managed to have children and we did not talk about having them.As in all relationships, the sex slowed down as time went on and we w...nt from almost every night to two or three times a week. I was happy and had nothing to complain about until about 6 months before I heard the phone call. That was when Linda seemed to lose interest in sex of any kind. It took me a couple of months to realize that the only times we were making love was when I noted the time since the last time.. She glanced across the hallway and froze.George and Elsie's bedroom was almost directly across from hers. The door was wide open and a bedside lamp lit the room. The bed, its head at the wall directly across from the door, was in full view to Jane.Elsie was kneeling on all fours across it, her head buried in a pillow on the side furthest from Jane, the large white moons of her bare rump pushed up in the air. George stood behind her, side-on to the watching Jane, his cock thrusting in and out of. She was hot. Her back slippery of sweat despite the in-room airconditioner. We sucked each others tongues, chewed tongues and lips, spat into each others mouths a lot. Actually, she started it but got it back. I spat back on and into her mouth. No big globs which are a bit difficult if you are sweating from fucking but still. I squeezed her tits hard and playfully slapped her face a couple of times. She clearly enjoyed my bruising squeeezing of her buttocks. Liz was very noisy. It was a great. "Now as I was about to say, Tina, D/s is so much more than just rope and paddles. What most people see as abuse is really just the opposite. Sure there are some out there who use BDSM as an excuse to beat the shit out of their partner. And some partners who enjoy getting the beating. But that's not me."As jewel can attest, I would much rather show her pleasure than pain. For me, D/s is a tender, loving relationship, maybe even more so than a vanilla marriage. It is filled with romance, manners,.