‘Mrs Lonsdale?’ Headmistress talking to me.‘Mrs Lonsdale, it’s over. That was the last one. You may get up.’Finally, I understood. It was ov...r! It was really over!Eventually, my sobs died down, and, shakily, I stood up. I avoided looking at the Headmistress. I was still ashamed. I put my hands on my bottom and could feel that it was hot, swollen and ridged. With shock, I ran my fingers along the raised welts, which were throbbing. I became aware that I was standing in front of the Headmistress,. "I want this to last forever". You lunge into me, tears rolling from your eyes and kiss me passionately - a meaningful kiss. "Don't leave me", you say. Your eyes red from the tears. You never stop pushing down onto me and somehow, amongst all this emotion, I am still hard and inside you. Time means nothing. I don't know what day or week or year it is. All I care is that we are here, having this moment together, our bodies intertwined, our sweat, our juiecs melding into one. Your core is hotter. Then you groan, as you push it in until it is up to the hilt. I start making a keening wail, as you start fucking your cock in and out. Each time you push in, it slams my pussy against the vibrating washer, and my pleasure increases with each stroke. You grunt and spank my ass as your pace gets faster. "Oh god! Jack! You are so fucking big! Ah! Yeah!" I moan. My large breasts rub painfully across the metal surface, before you pull my shoulders back towards you, so you can penetrate deeper. Your. ’ That over simplifies a lot of things and sounds too possessive, but I like the sentiment. I realized I had set Alice free, but even to say that implies ownership that I disavow. Alice did come back to me more open, more trusting and trustworthy, and more loving than ever before in our marriage. We made our choices that day she returned to love each other like we never had before, and here we are. We really did transform our marriage.“We are not the same people we were, and we certainly are.