He’d been so surprised he’d forgotten to say anything in response before Nicki shuttled her out the door. But say what? That he loved her? Loving ...er was one thing, but actually telling her? It was so much easier for women. The shrill ring of his cell phone pulled Jack away from his thoughts. One glance at the caller ID had him rolling his eyes. Liam had been back in the states for a week now but insisted the entire office had changed in the 6 months he spent in Hong Kong and called Jack about. I was pacing in front of my car, hoping that none of the neighbors would see me and report back to my mother, that I had an accident. About twenty minutes later, Scott pulled up in his Ford Escape. Scott pulled behind me and got out of his car. “Jenna this doesn’t look too bad. It only looks like some fender damage. Follow me over to Smithtown Auto’s on Chambers Street. We’ll leave the car there and pick up a rental car for you. I won’t tell your mother, but you will have to think of. She gave him a long, deep kiss and then stepped back. "Well, how did you like that side of things?" she asked.Dan, still short of breath, said, "Incredible! I see what you mean about the stimulation. I can see liking both sides of this BDSM thing. How did you feel swinging the whip for a change?" I loved the sense of power, but more, I loved seeing you react. I think that's what makes it so exciting. Not really inflicting pain - there must be something wrong if you really get off on hurting. My sexy wife - 5'3", 120 pounds, curvy tanned latina with long dark curly hair up in a ponytail, was wearing a red string bikini. As I watched her toned arms rowing, her back muscles contracting, and her incredible ass swaying on the seat, I started to get hard. Then, I watched a drop of sweat form at the back of her neck. I watched as it drifted down her back, inside her bikini strap along her spine, and down the crack of the most perfectly round ass I have ever laid eyes on. I couldn't take.