Once again he followed with several hard slaps to my tits as I bore the pain, but loved it too. He now reached over and took a small leather paddle o...f the table and making sure I was facing him fully, now began to slap at my tits with the paddle. It stung me at first, bit again I settled in and absorbed the pain with pleasure. He stopped and grabbing my hair again, "You love the pain don't you wife?" he asked me "Yes my husband" I said "Your fuckin' whore wife loves the pain you give to me". She said but I liked ur mistake and she wants her self to be touched more . Hearing this I thought what a whore she is and she wanted more of me touching her.so without wasting time I went towards her pressed her boobs they were big enough to not come in my hands. She told me she wanted a fuck for a very long time but she was waiting for the right time. Now she got the chance she ordered me to remove my clothes I removed them and now I was in only my underware. She started to remove her clothes. " Only in part. "I take it you're a college student." Business Major."He looked at her in surprise. "Are you sure your looks, and your figure, won't get in your way?" You're one of the first guys who have ever asked me that."He shrugged. "What can I say? My sister wanted to major in Business, but her advisor told her to forget it. With her looks she'd always be considered a bimbo or a secretary, not someone with a brain." That sounds pretty harsh for an advisor. I take it he said this because. This is purely a fantasy. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead is purely coincidental.This story is written for and dedicated to Miss Porcelaina Valeriana. She is my love and addiction. Please send any comments/suggestions to me at [email protected]. They are appreciated and warmly received.This story may be reposted or archived provided the following conditions are met:1) The story is not altered in any way2) The story contains my name and disclaimer3) You do.