I think to myself, how interesting that this table cloth hangs so low. Mark’s meetings were later in the day, so we agreed to meet at the restaurant... I arrived first and after awhile Mark walks in. I stand up and give him a kiss and then we both sat down. Mark orders some wine for us. We are drinking it, and the conversation is flowing. I am feeling a little tipsy. His leg is brushing against my leg. We are sipping our drinks. Mark is smiling, and he moves closer to me. We are talking and. When I would tell most men that I like to be spanked, whipped on both my breasts and my pussy they would think I'm nuts and run for the hills. My now ex husband tried but couldn't bring himself to beat me like I wanted. I like my breasts hurt and my pussy to hurt.So that brings me to one of my fantasies that I carried out on myself. I had read on some S&M sites about tit and cunt torture and was amazed at all the different variations that you could use to torture a female tit or cunt. I was. The guests had booked the exhibition room and had asked for both Steve and Isabel to join them. Isabel was stroking Steve through his pants, his cock hard from thinking about what was to come. He groaned, wanting to fuck her fast and hard. Isabel was torturing him, but it was a pleasant torture. She nibbled on his ear, licked down to his neck, while continuing to rub his crotch. Steve needed to get his cock free, and fast. Steve reached down to undo his pants. Isabel stopped him. ‘We’re going. Then I realized it was a dream a beautiful wonderful orgasm wet dream and the day was yet to come.My thighs and pelvis and of course my vagina was soaking wet when I woke suddenly. I had a wet dream and had cum all over myself. It was wonderful but messy. And it felt so damn real. I was super stimulated as I got out of bed, and put on a robe. I went down stairs for real this time and woke my husband up off the sofa where he crashed drunk the night before.I told him he had to hurry or he would.