Nxt day we met in the garden and she asked me the same question. I said everything was beautiful. She said name the things. I said nothing. She held m... hand and asked me how did I find her? I was sacred but happy too, hesitantly I said you are a princess and there is no other beautiful girl like you which I had ever seen. She was happy and again asked me to come to her house today.I went to her house and then she told me her story sitting next to me.Her husband was not satisfying her needs, so. She was also scared of her willingness to humiliate herself for the taste of cum. Linda got embarassed just to remember how happely she had performed the oral Sex, something she previously considered dirty and humiliating.Worst of all was looking at her mother and seeing how she was uncaring of her suffering, the way she was behaving now was just too weird for Linda. Kate was always distant and only showed some excitment when a man looked in lust at her huge knockers, her formely prudish mom. I make overtures to pride of course; I never groveled or begged to not get beat up. For some reason, in my mind, getting the crap beat out of me by some thug twice my size was nowhere near as humiliating as begging that thug not to beat me up. Of course, I wasn't a masochist – once the beating started, anything I could do to shorten its duration or if someone or something intervened, well, I took whatever I could get."Hey, Sam. Have a seat. Thanks for this afternoon." I added to allay her. She had her thumb at the entrance to my bunghole. She used the wetness of my pussy to lube her thumb and my dark side. She could tell by my moaning and thrashing about I was about to cum. She shoved her thumb in my butt hard and fast. I lost it. Oh Damn –It Brenda fuck it, Oh Fuck my holes make me cum. Ohhh God! I need to cum!" I screamed. "Finger me deep darling! Make me cum Oh FucK me forever. Make me cummmmAs I was coming down from the highest orgasm I’d ever had. I lay there a few moments.