My wife, Michelle, and I were on our bed in our room and I was lying half-on, half-off of her body. Our tongues were working in each other's mouth. My...hands had moved down from her breasts to the inside of her panties. My cock was raging inside of my boxer shorts. It had been six months since she first had injured her back and we had not had any sex since. I had been patiently waiting for this night.One of Michelle's hands was playing with the nipples on my bare chest while the other was. He stood with his feet planted wide, pelvis thrust forward, his arms folded over his chest. I knew full well what he wanted, but I paused for just a moment to admire for the first time the instrument of my subjugation, the instrument of my pleasure. It was breathtaking. Long, thick, crowned with a plum colored head, veins standing out in sharp relief, it pointed toward the ceiling. I dallied too long in my admiration and I jumped in shock at the stinging slap that he delivered to the side of. As I peeled back the dressing, Catherine came in and took over for me. "Where did you learn to treat gunshot wounds?" I asked."You can't have this job without some medical training. Besides, the doctor gave me explicit instructions on how to take care of your bandages before he'd let the Judge send us away."I should have guessed. It made perfect sense.While Catherine re-bandaged me, I asked, "Any news?"She frowned, and clicked her tongue. "Nothing. Not a peep. We're basically back where we. They entered the room Mat turned her around and attempted to give her a passionate tongue kiss. She closed her mouth denying him access, “I’m going to try again to kiss you Janet, if I meet with any resistance or I think you are not really trying your best to be a hot bitch you will be receiving yet another spanking of 20 hits 10 on each cheek, do I make myself clear”? She was in panic mode. As he came close, she put her arms around his neck stuck her tongue as far into his mouth as possible.