Ten spankings is my due reward for rebelience. Tears roll down my cheeks, not just from the sting of each strike, but for another reason. I cry becaus... of my perverse reaction to his punishments. My body is betraying me yet again. After each spanking, my arousal heightens. Even more so as he massages my ass in between strikes. I’m accustomed to the routine. With as much devotion as I can summon I say the following. ‘One. I love you Daddy. Please sir, may I have another?’ Over and over I repeat. She managed to last a week before she called the number that Otis had left her.“Hello,” a soft woman’s voice answered his phone, now that they had a new cell tower close enough to get reception.By then, Charlene had been viciously fucked many times by Otis and Desmond both. Night after night, they had taken turns on her sexy body and forcing her to have massive orgasms. Whoever fucked her last was who’s bed she slept in. Charlene was now Otis and Desmond’s willing and obedient sex slave. She. Firm that had been outsourced to Mexico. Their books were inshambles and George had to put in three very long days to get them intoshape. He returned to his room at night and only had time to emailEllen. His cell phone didn't have service to the states. Ellen'sdaily replies were curt, simply outlining the progress she was makingin getting her new company up and running.Finally, it was time to go home. He emailed his flight information tohis wife hoping she would meet him at the airport. . I know he wasn't potent but it made me feel a lot better about myself knowing that I was carrying my husband's seed inside me and not the seed of a strange man. I walked back into the bedroom and turned out the light and crawled into bed and kissed my husband as I felt his arm slip around my waist. We woke up late the next morning and John had to hurry and get into the shower as I fixed him breakfast. He came out of the bedroom in his suit and hurriedly ate his breakfast and gave me a quick.