And then I lay into her. I mean, I’m not flaying her foot, there is no blood or anything, but I’m hitting her pretty hard, and pretty fast. One hi... right after the other, swing, aim, swish. I can’t see Anna’s face from my position, but she is making a strange humming sound, so I guess it smarts pretty well.After about a minute I reduce the speed a bit to maybe one hit every five seconds for the next minute (this is hard work!). But when I look at her foot, I can barely see anything -- no welts,. My hands were playing with the most beautiful body ofthe earth… and she was breathing very fastt….when i left her hair.. She became creazy and catch my face in her hand and kissing me very passionately… she just told me . This is the best kiss of my life… u r so fast and activeshe was so hot like hungry since years…she told me that she wanted change in her sex life.. I was now byting her nipples over the t-shirt.. I then pull it up and also pull her black bra down and byting her nipples so hard. My husband was a neat-freak and I absolutely wasn’t. He loved classical music and I listened to anything but. Michael was large and built for strength where I was lithe and built for speed and endurance.Stepping into the shower, he lifted my chin with his index finger. I expected him to kiss me, but he paused, looked into my eyes for a moment. His cute lopsided smile began to grow and then bent down and met my lips with his own. Straightening, he caressed my face, hands stretching along my jaw,. " I mumbled to myself, "Maybe because you've been wasting your time paying attention to an ignorant, selfish bitch instead of your own daughter." "What was that?" "It was nothing. Don't worry about it." "Oh, alright." I got up, walked back over to the stove and I slid off my pajama pants. I threw them off into the living room and my father caught it in the corner of his eye. "Were those your pants, Alexandria?" I was pretending not to hear him over the loud noises of the eggs and bacon.