Her pussy was wet and quivering and her clitoris was swollen and aching to be touched.The words ‘comply with everything he asks’ continued to spin...around her head. Well, it turned out that her actual business assistance was limited to making his coffee and wearing the kind of clothes that would keep him entertained. And so, here she was, three days into her new role, in a fetish room at the Crucible Club, stripped and secured in a wooden frame for the entertainment of Mister Snodgrass’ business. I...”“Just hush before you put your foot into your mouth, Husband. You need to check on her work schedule so we can invite her for supper. Giving her the pistol you bought her will be a good excuse, don’t you think? And speaking of excuses, I’ll make sure to come up with an excuse for you to be alone with her while she’s here. Hmmm, she will need to shoot her new gun, so the two of you can go down to the basement range and try her ... I mean it out.”“You will never be a comedian,” he groused,. He groaned deeply and pulled his softening dick out of me."Thank you Ann, that was a fine fuck, I shall miss it." I didn't really believe it, I knew he'd be humping some lonely housewife soon enough. He tucked his limp wet dick back in and zipped up. I pulled up my knickers, if only to catch to drool that would soon be oozing from my arse. We kissed, and we said our goodbyes. I closed the door on him, grateful that he'd broken me in sexually in the most wonderful way. Now my sexual odyssey. Jennifer gets serious and redoubles her efforts. I block everything, andhold back on my strikes. I realize that no matter what I do, she won'tquit. So I allow her to get a wrist lock on my left arm.She forces me to my knees, so I tap her thigh in submission. "You win."Instead of ending it she forces me face down in the sand.Here I am eating sand, and she still won't release my wrist! If shekeeps up the pressure, she'll either break my wrist, or hyper extend myelbow.I'm forced to break the hold,.