He stopped walking and Jane put both arms around him. ‘It’s alright,’ she said, ‘Just you go and cry.’ She stroked his back and held him un...il he’d run out of tears. ‘Thank you,’ he finally said. ‘That’s one of the reasons I never talk about it…’ He blew his nose. She waited for him to get back to normal and smiled at him. ‘Didn’t you have anyone to talk to?’ was what she wanted to ask him, but she did not want to push him or let him feel too awful too long. ‘You must think I’m an idiot,’. Honestly?" Yes, Dear, very much. Honestly." I'll try very hard. I think I can and I'll behave. Even if Mistress doesn't whip me."Sharon, heaved a giant sigh of relief, stroked Maria's stiff curls, held her close, kissed her forehead. "That's all I ask." 'Marilyn will have to arrange for her to be pleasured after her hair is done. She needs positive reinforcement now she's accepted the bridle. She still has so much to learn.'"Do you mind if we have more pictures made of you? In a couple of. My breasts pressed into hers as I loved her. Tears spilled down my cheeks as the joy burst through me. Our arms tightened.No more seeing her for a few weekends a year. She would be in my life.Marissa broke the kiss, her brown eyes glistening. Such joy shone on her round face.“I’m so glad you’re here,” I whispered. “I’m glad you took my husband up on his marriage proposal. I’ve wanted this for a while.”“I just had to realize you loved him more,” Marissa said. “To accept it. I never wanted to. Still somehow unsatisfied, I felt my hands run down my body toward my soaked pussy. I teased my tender clit for a moment, but then, with two fingers, scooped out a huge amount of Mark’s jizz out of my cunt. “Mmmmm”, I moaned. I couldn’t get enough of the taste. Combined with my own fluids, it tasted like heaven. For the next 20 minutes, I tried as hard as I could to taste every last morsel of semen from my slit. Eventually, it was clear that I had salvaged all I could. For some reason, I needed.