Just as I was starting to get into it he grabbed my hands and held them away while he moved down my body to rest between my legs, looking at my pussy....I tried to close my legs feeling very vulnerable in such a position. But he held my knees apart and lay down to rest between my legs. Reaching out he held the lips of my pussy apart and pulled me open. It felt so good, to be stretched like that. I didn’t think it was possible but I was hungry again, and started to wriggle and moan. He slapped me. . being with you. I hope you can believe me. I hope you know you can trust me, too." I believe you, sweetie," he replied softly. "And I know I can trust you." Good. I'm glad," Patty said sincerely. There was a silence then, and it didn't feel comfortable to Patty."Morton, you're still... acting... differently. Is there... something else we should talk about?"Morton shook his head with an ironic grin on his face. "You know, sometimes there are disadvantages to being in love with such a. The pleasure was even more enhanced when he took her fastened to the whipping bench by her wrists and ankles; somehow her inability to avoid whatever he chose to do to her added to her excitement.Spanking her, however, did not excite her at all. If anything it distracted her from the pleasure she was receiving, even if it was done while he was actually moving forcefully in and out of her cunt at the time. Trembling with trepidation, she very gently tried to tell him that she did not think that. Then she remembered a box she had gotten down a year ago,that the panties in it had seemed stretched. "How long has this been going on?" "Not long. I don't know why I even started." "Do you like wearing dresses? You tell me not long and I know thatis a lie. I want you to always tell me the truth. What do you think Ishould do about this?" "Yes, I like the way dresses feel on me. I don't know what you cando about this. I will do anything if you will just forget thishappened." "No, it is.