I thought about asking her if it helped as I caught a generous view of her small tits through her low hanging pajamas. "Does he eat it?" I asked. "I w...uldn't know honestly, but I doubt it!" She almost blurted just before taking a big bite of carrot and staring into my eyes. It seemed to me that she wasn't happy with their sex life. She started the juicer and walked over to the fridge to put away the remaining fruit. Now I can see that she was wearing skimpy shorts that she must have slept in.. He seems a little edgy: I sense that he too is a little nervous. You sit on the sofa and I tactically move to the single chair. Ian moves towards the kitchen door, 'drink?' he asks. 'Wine or something stronger?' (You have already had a couple of glasses of wine, earlier in the pub) 'I've got white wine or Jack Daniels and some coke to go with it, but that's it, oh there's ice in the freezer'. I accept a glass of wine but you ask for a JD, I notice that when it arrived, it was a large one. I. Meanwhile Annie would have her nipples licked and sucked by Brad Pitt, she would have a great orgasm on Clint Eastwood's fingers, and finally Paul McCartney fucked her nicely.Next step was fantasy, of course. Fantasies of lewd acts and burning passion. While Claus played her dripping pussy Annie took off on wild journeys to the Caribbean islands with three magnificent lovers, or she would make herself available at orgies, where men as well as women would service her. This was so exciting that. "Are you ready?"She nods.With her signal he raises his hand and delivers a sharp SLAP! to her waiting bottom. He studies the reddish handprint contrasting the tanned skin surrounding it. Soon all of her bottom will be that shade of red, and then will become even redder as the spanking continues.He waits, taking his time to let her feel the full sting of each swat. She groans slightly and closes her eyes. She has waited all week for this moment, and now, at last, the spanking has begun.He.