I grinned. "I told you to stop distracting me at work, yet you kept going." I spanked her again, the sound of my hand on her butt louder than even the...shower. "Are you sorry for being bad?" I spanked her one last time and looked at her, waiting for a response. "I'm sorry, Sir, I just wanted you so badly," she said, her voice a tiny bit unsure. "I told you to stop and you didn't," I said, smacking her boob instead of her ass this time. Spread the love, that's what I say. "That's not even to. Pushing the scrap of lace down over her hips, she noticed how the wet crotch clung to her pussy lips. When her panties dropped to the floor the unmistakable scent of her sex drifted upwards; such a sweet, musky scent. She dipped one finger into the wet folds and brought it to her lips--tasting the honey that oozed from her needy pussy. Her arousal surrounded her, as she slipped into the water up to her chin. Laying there motionless, she allowed the heat of the water to sooth her muscles. She. Jim slipped the disc in and I watched as my prick was growing bigger and bigger as the movie he had made unfolded. I didn't realise it at first till I looked at Jim and saw him looking at me as I unconsciously stroked my prick through my pants,” you like watching me fuck your wife don't you.I said,”God yes, the night you came over for dinner had been a great awakening on mine and Carol's part and made our mundane sex life into a joy to behold” “You like tasting my come and licking Carol clean,. After anequally unappealing lunch sometimes he was beaten. Then it was alwaysback to work - sometimes with mashed fingers. A group shower in whichhe was sometimes molested and then a horrible mattress to sleep on.Usually he cried himself to sleep. He wished he could go mad. It wouldmake it easier. More than once he thought of killing himself, but hewas afraid of going to hell. His mother always said suicides went tohell. He could not understand why Worthington never answered hisletters or why.