“It’s because I don’t care what you look like. Don’t care who you are when you’re not with me. And you don’t need to see right now. You ne...d to only focus on one thing.”His voice is a constant, low rumbling in my ears. A litany of degradation that stings even more because it’s not vicious. It’s calm and quiet and matter of fact. It’s the tone of plain truth.Listening to this every week for over an hour bruises my spirit. His words bleed into my soul, and sound more true every time he says them.. I tell him if he didn’t want me to swallow then he shouldn’t have come in my mouth as it is too late by then as I have tasted him. We move back to the house and into the kitchen. He moves in behind me, and brushes my hair from my right shoulder and bends and kisses the back of my neck, this brings me to my knees, and I’m putty in his hands. I lean back into his chest, holding on to the worktop for support, I moan my delight at this work on my most erogenous zone I have. I move my hands to. I also couldn’t resist copping a feel of her body as we splashed in the pool.All this gave me a hard-on my trunks couldn’t hide so I spent a lot of time on the chaise face down when I wasn’t in the water. I was lying like that when the girls got out of the pool for the last time and sprayed water on me. I jumped, rolling over. The tent in my trunks was obvious.“I think Paul is anxious to tie me up”, Jill giggled as she and Lisa each patted down their bodies with their towels.“I think so”, Lisa. We rushed to get him inside of me. I felt that I would come just from feeling the contrast of his strong, manly arms around me while his stockings were rubbing on my legs. I'm not sure which of us was more turned on or came harder. I would bet it might have been me. The week after that weekend was filled with the most intense and satisfying sex of my life. We spent time talking about how sexy I think he is, and about what turns us both on. We discovered that he also likes to be spanked, and.