I can see your pussy lips glistening with your slut juices!”Smack!“Please, I understand now. I promise to be good. I will wear baggy clothes aroun... the house,” Dolly cried out.Smack!Smack!Smack!Tom continued spanking while Dolly continued her feigned protests. Once her bottom was hot and red, he rubbed his hand over her stinging cheeks.“Daddy’s cock is hard. I think you should suck it,” Tom moaned.“Pull it out for me, Daddy, and I will suck it good. I will swallow every drop of your cum,” Dolly. Her husband had tried to be her lover, but it seemed the more he pushed for her response the more conscious she was of the deadness inside her. If she allowed herself to look inward, she could almost see the dried husk of something, a decaying, shriveled, mummified remnant of the woman she once was. She had learned not to be introspective; the horror was too much to bear.She hated this part of herself, this dead thing inside her that her husband demanded she share with him, that the world. He definitely enjoyed it and I could tell he was getting hard again. As we approached the parking lot of the light house I began to rub his crotch. As I rubbed his cock got harder and began to strain against his jeans. He quickly pulled into a parking spot, threw the car into park and pushed his chair back. He looked me in the eye and then kissed me deeply. He undid his pants and pulled his now hard slender around 6” cock out. He grabbed my hand guiding it to his cock. “Okay, Lauren,” he said. He seemed to know that he did not measure up in some way. His eyes stayed blatantly on her when she looked at him almost as if to say that his lack of strength didn't matter; he was every bit as tough as the others. There was an innate cold cruelty in his dark eyes that she could not otherwise explain except by his possible sense of inferiority. Anyway, she had no desire to challenge him and was grateful that he was held in check out of fear of Balloo's authority. She wondered what would happen.