“Oh goody,” I thought,“John’s here.”I could hear the scuffing of his feet as he walked into the bedroom. Icouldn’t quite put my finger on ...t, but something didn’t quite soundright. What was going on?John walked silently to the side of the bed, he leant down and sayingnothing, he kissed my lips, a sweet familiar touch with so much love.He lifted the lube from my back. I relaxed a little, finally being ableto move.I heard the ruffling of clothes being removed, then the familiar feel ofJohn’s. Finally I was done. I let my hands trail down her bound arms to her shoulders and then to take a grip in her hair, twisting her face up to mine, forcing her to look into my eyes. I hadn't forgotten what this was about. "Where is Jennifer's wedding ring."I was almost surprised by her quiet answer, spoken through the sobs that still came from her lovely abused mouth. I could see the split lip and blood trickling slowly from her nose. She whispered, "I will show you Master."I nodded and quickly. “Get on your knees,” I tell her.“Yes, master” is her heavily accented reply. Her English is far from perfect, but she understands it very well.I walk up to her and grab her chin with my left hand. Her face is cute and small. It almost seems like it could fit in my hand. I slap her, hard and fast. The noise resonates throughout the room, foreshadowing what is to come.The slap pushes her to the side and she grabs at her face to guard against another blow. There’s true fear in her eyes now. The. She almost always failed and came within seconds. It was euphoric full body, full mind, deep pussy pleasure she had never in her life experienced despite having fucked her way through much of her life, and – with no small amount of smugness – having prided herself on her capacity to select majestic lovers and to come ebulliently.And almost every time, even when she thought she had reached the pinnacle of pleasure, his orgasm, with the concomitant pulsating of his huge cock, with the shift in.