I just love you to whip me," she implored him.Hiss ... CRACK!The crop rose and fell deep into her arse, cutting hard on to the well-oiled puckered bro...n sphincter, between the labia and the tip curled out of sight. She lifted clean off the bench with the agony of the stroke, and the Earl wondered if he had gone too far. As her scream subsided it was apparent that she was having a spectacular orgasm brought on by that single blow. He threw himself on to her and bounced mightily in and out,. Absolutely no suspicion of physical or psychological domestic violence: no tearful episodes at the office, no occasions when Mrs McEwan came to work with injuries caused by 'walking into doors' or other such nonsense." Tell us about her job?" Grantby asks."Mrs McEwan was working towards a PhD and making good progress according to her friends although her boss, Professor Dawney rather damned Mrs McEwan's efforts with faint praise." Grantby looks across to the projector screen to refresh his. "I don't do that, Steve, I'm not that kind of girl, if that's what you want, you need someone else."Well, he did try talking me out of my hard line but to no avail.There did seem to be something more than just sexual attraction so we did keep dating but I had to keep taking his hand down off my boobs, he just kept trying.So, we did get engaged and this was when he wanted to have sex.Well, I almost called it off several times but I did dig in and when we set the date, that was when he told me. I tell it like I see it.”“A man should be able to satisfy his wife,” he said.“I agree, but it works both ways. A wife should also satisfy her man,” I responded. “Do you truly enjoy my lovemaking?” he asked.“Shit hunky, what did that bitch do to you, for you to doubt that you can please a woman?” I asked. He didn’t answer, so I did, “How many times have we made love?” He looked at me thoughtfully. “About seven or eight I think,” he replied.“So, if I considered you such a crappy lover, would I.