I wanted more lovely flogging. More beautiful burning. And i wanted Him to shove that flogger handle deep into my cunt. And i wanted to cum. How could...i ask for all that? It was beyond me. i felt mindless and weak. and all i could manage to say was, ?Please, more...? ?Please more what, slut?? I didn’t know what to say. i hesitated, dazed, and feebly i replied, ?Please, more, Sir??? He chuckled at this and simply continued slowly stroking my slit, delving into me a little each time, still. I deal with the big picture, and unfortunately don't know the hot end of a soldering iron from the handle."Theron knew a guy. The fellow called himself a super-tech, and he wasn't bragging. He could find faults in an electronic circuit by feel, just by placing his hands on it with his eyes shut. Hank was obviously the one to call. But there were complications... Hank had been a buddy of his for a while. A very close buddy. Too close, maybe. That had been during his bisexual phase a couple of. 1. Never, ever, change plans to go to a party with your wife.This always irrevocably leads her to commit adultery. It's only fair. You made her angry by the stunningly selfish and petty act of refusing to lose your job over the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to go to a party.All the single men there, and many of the married ones, will recognize the inevitability that your wife will cheat and they will compete to be the one, or one of the ones, upon whom she must bestow her charms.Fortunately,. She didn't get a chance to finish. The first punch landed on her left cheek. It wasn't hard, just enough to shove her head back. He began a series of combinations:Jab, Jab, Cross into her tits. Jab, Cross her face. None of these were painful, but the effect they had on her was astounding. Her legs felt loose and her pussy felt as though it were aroused like never before. Part of her wished her hands weren't secured so that she could rub her clit. Jab, face. Cross, left shoulder. And, finally, a.