“You don’t fuck unless I tell youto fuck. Do you understand me you little whore?” Startled; confused; aroused; Mrs. Kelly McDonnells...bmissively answered her new black master, “I won’tfuck my husband unless you give me permission.” The smile returning to my face, I pushed her away. Justas she opened the door, the manager of her husbandpushed open the door looking for his fighter’sdelinquent wife. As he stared at the nipple hardenedwife pushing her way. As he starts to get out of his truck I motion for him to wait. Standing up on the seat of my car he gets this great view of my naked body. Yeah I planned it that way. We were way out in hell-and-begone and the chances of anyone driving by were remote, not that I really cared all that much if someone did. The thought kind of excited me actually.Mark's face registered surprise, then as I walked across the road barefoot and buck-naked he just sat back and unzipped his Levi's, he knew what I was. " Not smart enough," Will said. "He did hang around to admire his handiwork, didn't he? I would have high-tailed it out of Knoxville as soon as I could." You wouldn't have busted your ex-wife's house and torched her store, either." Probably not," he said. "For one, I was never in the Boy Scouts or in the Army. I wouldn't know how to build a fire if you held a gun to my head. I'd be walking around the store and trying to light books individually with a Zippo or something."In the morning, Will. Although, pleasant as this feels, incorruptible British schoolmasters would never rub their students like this.”“Yesss! Thanks. And the incorruptible schoolmaster doesn’t have a hardon?”“Not one that a decent young schoolgirl would notice.”“Says you. When I was a schoolgirl, we noticed lots of hardons.”“Not that a decent British schoolgirl would comment on. American schoolgirls’ giggles to the contrary notwithstanding. Besides, I was speaking of decent girls.”“Ouch! That was sneaky..