With those moanings and pounding noises! I get wet hearing you banging and abusing her..”Me: “omg! you are such a naughty girl… you heard all th...t! and I thought you are some innocent chick” I get hold of her and turn her around, spanking her ass – 2-3 times “you little kinky bad girl..”Mita: “aaaahhhhhh…Daddy” she was enjoying thisMe: “You enjoying this ..naughty girl..” I then put my hand between her legs rubbing her pussy over her jeans ” You naughty wet girl…is that your wet pussy?”Mita:. As I peered through the eye pieces, I felt Randy’s arms slip around my waist as he pressed his now soft cock against my ass. It was like I was two people—the doctor who was studying her patient’s fluids under the high-power optical microscope and the horny bitch whose ass was grinding back against a cock that she wanted desperately to have inside her. It was as if I had two brains. The scientific brain was telling me that Randy had a prostate infection and that he didn’t have any blood in his. My left hand idly played with her big clit, as she came back to me. Because of my efforts on her big clit, she had another orgasm, as soon as she realized what I was doing. This time, it was a much gentler one, that allowed her time to recover."Why did you do that to me, that way? I would have got on the floor, and you could have done it right." 'Doing it right', means that you get as much enjoyment as you can handle. As to why here, and now? You are a beautiful woman, and I like to be kinky,. Her mental state took longer and it was difficult for me to help her. Of course I made sure she had the best medical care and paid for her stay at the Redwood, but emotionally I was unable or unwilling to muster the courage to do all the things her therapist recommended. For awhile I could hardly stand to be in the same room with her for any length of time. Had I not witnessed her self-destructive meltdown that Sunday morning – my wife dressed like a hooker, and heard the phone calls from her.