Please...”“And still you ask.”From beneath his robe he produced a thin cane, applying it with sharp wrist-flicks to her sore tits, and then dire...tly between the sodden lips of her cunt as she writhed in agonized release, juices spattering her body and the floor. He paused and she begged him to punish her again, but instead he responded by flipping her onto her stomach and driving his cock back into her stretched rectum, pressing her head into the stone. Helpless to do more than squirm beneath. Are you really gay or bi? You tried to suck him into chastity slavery, too. Brandy’s idea there, too. I don’t even have to ask because she did the same with Celia.“That being said, I honestly believe that you regret much of this and wish to atone with your husband. Now, if you really want him back, he and I have talked and there is a slim chance that I might give you back to him someday, but you’ll have to earn your way back. Even then, you’ll be a slave and he’ll probably have a new wife by. I waited for her to say something but she said nothing. She came back out wearing her nightie. Didn't mention anything about what room the bag was in. Now I wanted more. I wanted all of her but needed to see what was under that outfit so I said, "you know what, you look comfortable, I am going to go put my sleeping shorts on. She said, "Great idea. I'll pour us another glass of wine." I walked to the bedroom and knew for sure that it was on that night. She left the bra and panties she was. Russ pulled out the two cards and held them in his hand, gazing up at the cast-iron street sign. Or where it ought to be. Nothing happened. He tried again, clutching his original card between shaking fingers. Again with Ethel's card. His heart was thumping in his chest, there was a sour taste in his throat as he retraced his steps along the alley between the leaning red brick walls to the street where his car was parked.Where was it?The phone box in the market square had been out of order. The.