It was comforting too, that my husband hadn't lost any respect or regard for me as I had at first feared. In fact his view of me had taken quite the o...her direction and whenever we spoke of my treatment at Gary's hands, he was full of admiration and pride in me as his wife.Because of this admiration, I eventually suggested to my Rob that he might like to whip me. His reaction was rather surprising to me in that he shunned the idea and told me that he could never hurt me.We quite openly. I reached to get a box of dried peas, he was staring so intently at my ample backside. I wasn’t provocatively dressed in any way, just a grey-marl vest over a blue push-up bra, a knee length faded denim skirt and a pair of black ballet pumps. I pulled my skirt hem down as if in a bid to cover my legs and moved on. In the next two aisles he was notable by his absence, perhaps he’d gone ... but no by the milk section I saw him, his eyes steadfastly fixed on me as I approached. I averted my gaze,. Outgoing, with a very friendly toothpaste smile. Short hair, zaftig but w/ a sexy ass that was fun to watch when she walked past and tits that stretched her tops out to their limit. Dark skinned African-American girl, mid-20’s and a pleasure to speak to if you were lucky enough to be near when she stepped outside the Laboratory for a smoke. Other than saying hello to be friendly, mentioning my name and what I did at our employers, I hadn’t really spoken to her in depth or gotten to know her,. She’d given him a quick greeting, and turned back to her cramming. Wordlessly Bob walked over to her side of the bed, flipped her over, ripped off her shorts and panties, quickly lubricated her over-sensitive snatch with his tongue and then, ignoring her surprised, feeble protests, moved in between her widespread legs and took possession of her tired body. It was exasperating, she really did need to cram for her boards, but it was also exhilarating and so incredibly erotic. Then Bob had.