She tried to wipe her face but he stopped her. She looked up at him, puzzled. In return, he spat on her face.She was shell-shocked by the action. She ...ouldn’t register what exactly did happen. He spat once again and before she could say or protest, he shoved his cock back in her mouth. But it seemed he was bored of it. Because he pulled it out within few seconds.Oh, wait! He wanted to humiliate her further. He started smearing her face with the mixture of spit and pre-cum that was sticking to. As she related to her co-conspirators the next morning, her husband had to know that she was well-fucked when he entered her, but was eager more than once to “cleave unto her” that night and even this morning. She would not answer his questions about the transformation but did tell him that it would continue whether or not he liked it.Since Mark was often in the house it was easy for them to copulate. He liked to find her elsewhere too and lunchtime was frequently spiced up by screwing. Her. That it insults the giver. And I did hear the reference to ‘home’ so I will verify with you both prior to presumption of activities away from home that are of a sexual or exhibitionistic nature. Is that acceptable?”I looked to Mom who was looking a bit like a deer in the headlights as this was now taking form in reality as opposed to thoughts. But she did finally look to me and nodded. I replied for both of us, “Yes, Sir.”“I would like to hear from both of you so there is no misunderstanding of. " I forgive you. This really is paradise. Golf in the morning, swimming or sailing in the afternoon, dinner in Lahaina in the evenings. It's perfect, Andy." It's too bad we can't play the local course until next week. That tournament has blocked it off." Why don't we go and watch the pros," Fiona said brightly. "We might learn a thing or two." The only thing I'll get out of it is an inferiority complex when I see how far they hit the ball."Fiona rolled toward me and took my hand. "You've got.