As indicated by my maidservants lack of presence in answering said rapping, it did give me some hope that she was still in some way ready for atonemen... for the escapade thus mentioned, and so without further delay, I rose from my spot at the breakfast table and, closing my book in order to preserve the notes therein from any wandrin’ eyes, made my way to the entry door. A third set of sharp taps, rather louder this time, called to my attention most severely that the door itself must be at this. I felt my extremely sore ass cheeks being spread and my husband's cock being rubbed against my pussy. I knew that if he entered me I would orgasm immediately. Wiggling my backside against him in anticipation, I felt him slide his penis up towards my ass. "Wait!" I practically yelled. But he didn't. I felt him press his cock against my anus and felt him shove himself in deeply. I yelped at the initial pain. My husband started fucking my ass as hard as he could. The bed was slamming against the. To dinners and shows and all like that." But you never rub against one another, or share a shower... things like that?" No, are we supposed too?" Some people do those things," Jill told her friend as sat down next to her and put her arm around her shoulder. "You know, Joan, I can't believe we've gone on so long without the subject coming up."Hmmm?" I mean, if we hadn't started talking about Norm, or whoever it is with the big dick, we wouldn't have... well, you wouldn't have told me about being. My girls are welcome with me in the garden - their final treat, tied tightly together between trees.My girls are open for anything new, naughty, weird and wild, for a foxy final to my night as Master.My girls embrace each others with their legs wide spread, ankles tied to trees, only lit by the moon.My girls trib their twats together to keep themselves on the brink of coming, expecting any orders.My girls shiver a bit in the evening breeze. I warm their bodies with a whip wrapping around.