What do you want? More spanking or are you looking forward to having my big cock in your sweet little arse?”She cried uncontrollably. “PLEASE SIR!...ANYTHING ELSE! ANYTHIIIINNNG…OH NOOOO!” (SOB SOB SOB).He started whipping her again, each lash making red stripes on her ass, thighs and back. Then he threw the branch away, opened his pants and sat down on her thighs.“Hold her, guys. I am going to tear that tight ass apart!”The men held her firmly on the ground, while she was screaming in panic. Rob. I am so excited, but so nervous also. You come to pick me up at my hotel and I am waiting for you right outside. I see you crossing the street looking so fucking handsome in dress pants, a white collared shirt and a black wool jacket. You finally look my way and smile and say, "bonjour" and lean over to kiss my cheek. You step back and look me over. You are pleased. I am wearing a charcoal colored sweater coat down to my knees and tied in the front with a belt, a blue sweater scarf and black. She squirmed a bit but then relaxed and pushed her ass back onto the paddle. "Does my little slut want to be spanked?" Yes. Oh yes, please spank me master." Gee, she was a quick learner. "Are you sure this is what you want bitch?" God yes. I've been such a bad girl. I've let someone other than my husband fuck me. I've sucked my sister's pussy. I've eaten come and drank my own breast milk. I'm such a dirty, slutty, little whore. I deserve to be punished. Punish me, master, please."As soon as she. " I got the impression that she was about to throw an analogous question my way, but she bit it back. She grew reflective for a moment, and then came up with an alternative query."Tell me about your wife."This, to me, was very touchy ground. Erin had always been the one topic that I didn't care to dwell on. Wendy opened up to me tonight, I reminded myself. Fair is fair.So, I took it upon myself to pour my heart out to this platonic live-in companion of mine, who right now was my closest friend.