She moaned loadly for a long time. As Heather reached her sixth orgasm she begged Chris to please stop as she could not take anymore. Ahhhhh! No more,...please. Ohhh. Please stop. My wife said panting heavily trying to catch her breath. Chris pulled out and with a few swift strokes came hard across her backside dripping some onto her stockings.I looked over at Heather still kneeling in the chair in a total bliss about to fall asleep when Chris grabbed me roughly by the arm and dragged me over to. I went over and tried kissing her. She spit in my face. You fucking bitch I told her as I forced her to the table. I bent her over the table. She squirmed and I had to tie her legs spread on the table legs. I told her I was going to fuck her and I was going to fuck her good. She kept trying to stand up and I needed her bent over. I untied her arms and tied them to the other legs. She was tied to the table and nowhere to go.I went and got my belt. As hard as I could I slapped her ass.. " He's only speaking the truth, Goat." Snoopy spoke quietly in her ear. "You might want to be careful, though. It might be difficult to keep my hands to myself."The shock at his words – he'd never given the slightest indication that he'd noticed she was even a girl, let alone an attractive one – was clear. After a pause, she considered and rejected several possible responses, finally settling on... "You'd better get used to calling me 'Becky' rather than 'Goat'." As you say ... dear."Her look. I had some music on the stereo as I went about my chores. Suddenly the doorbell rang, startling me. I switched off the stereo, and when I looked out of the window to see who it was, I could see a large white van from the garden centre parked on the driveway."They're a day early!" I thought to myself. But then I thought that was okay, and it was better to get the planting over and done with. It would also be a surprise for Simon if he came home to find the planting all done.As I opened the door.