“Wrong” she said, it’s 820.“But, you’re wrong, get a calculator, it is 825” I said vehemently.“You’re accusing your Mistress of being ...rong! How dare you, for that I will add another 15 for a total of, let’s see, 80”.“No, it’s 70”“You will never learn, will you? So let’s make it an even 100”.And with that she started to smack my ass.The first blow came as a surprise and I let out a loud yell. “Oh no, that won’t do; you’ll wake up the whole hotel” she said.She slid off me, removed her panties. ''Stay quiet boy, we don’t want our party interrupted.” he laughed. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and moved behind me and pull my ass upwards more into a supported fetal position. I could feel him getting his big black cock in line with my hole. He spit glob after glob of spitball of slime into my asspussy. He pushed and I felt the head of his monster cock pile drive past my tortured spinster. “UUUUGGGGGGGGGGGG...FFFFFUUUUUCCCCCKKKK.....”I screamed into the grass.. “Can you breath?” She nodded mutely. Kneeling with her head between his legs, he bent forward to tie her hands to the rope already connected to the bedposts. He made sure they were tight and slid down to her legs. He sat there for a moment look at her and began rubbing her asshole and cunt lips. She groaned into the tape and became wetter. He removed the stimulation greatly frustrating her. He roughly grabbed a boot, the heel made it easier to hold and soon he had it tied with another rope. Then he disappeared. We both thought that was very exciting and planned to do it again sometime when the situation was right. The months and then the years went by and we seemed very happy. She said she did not want to marry again as her previous husband had died. I admitted that if she wanted to, I would be happy to marry her anytime. But deep down I still had a bit of trauma from the last woman dying. I know it was not her fault but still I wanted to not go through that again. After five.