He had made me stand on an old wooden box as I worked so that I had to bend over across the table. My breasts hung down and he would occasionally sque...ze them or pinch my bottom. At one point he told me I was working to slow and gave me a few cruel swats with the paddle, laughing as he did so. I tried to work faster but I had never peeled a potato in my life. I almost cut myself in my haste. Exasperated, he came back again and I dreaded more spanking but instead he picked up a small carrot.. I guide myself into her, and her expression softens, eyes closing. Before I am even a little bit inside her she is spreading her legs and moving her hands above her head. ‘Hold me down,’ she says before I am even halfway in. I brace myself with my hands on her hips and push in enough to feel comfortable. Then I take my hands push them against her wrists until they are constrained against the sheets. That push makes it easy, natural, to slide into her little by little. She is moaning openly. I, Samuel Joseph Etienne, feel like a tired old man. Clad in a Black suit over a blue silk shirt, Black tie, Black silk pants and Black timberland shoes, I looked pretty dapper. I felt like I had the weight of the world on my shoulders. Lately, things have been hellish with my beloved wife Mary Anne. My Jamaican honey has become a domestic tyrant. What happened? Oh, I wonder the same thing myself. You see, at some point, my wife Mary Anne changed from the carefree and lovely gal I met during my. His lips found hers again, and his hands were under the light-weight sweater she wore, she felt her breasts fall free, realized that he had unclasped her bra, and stepped slightly back from him so that he could slide his hands under the sweater to find her naked nipples.Just a moment before Natalie thought she couldn't stand another second of his caresses before throwing her arms around him and begging him to fuck her; she awkwardly excused herself and ran to the bathroom. When she came out,.