She lowered her mouth onto mine, the slickness of her pussy made me stutter mid-sentence."We should get. Back. Downstairs."She breathed on my neck and...whispered as delicately as she could."I think there's time for you to use me again. To get rough. Force me down and stick your prick up my ass. No matter how much I struggle, you insist that it's for my own good. Don't try and tell me you've never wanted to take me during the day. If people watched, you'd throw caution to the wind and rail me and. That he seemed oblivious to her need only heightened her desire. Her limited understanding of the man had helped construct a Promethean edifice out of the man, and she had shared that towering image of the man with the world, Berensen’s reputation rested on his music, to be sure, but reputations are all too often manufactured and embellished to suit commercial needs, and his reputation had been in her capable hands ever since his surprise emergence from the Soviet Union thirty years ago. She. “Two Sir. Thank you Sir. May I have another?” She whimpered. Again Adams pulled the ruler away, only this time not as far. A couple of sharp range finding taps when she was expecting something more severe was his next course of action. He was determined to fuck her mind; almost, he realised, as much as he wanted to fuck her up the ass. For now, though, he concentrated in fucking her brain. He tapped her buttocks with the ruler and smiled at the way she tensed her bottom, expecting the full. She also then slipped in that David had offered to give her a lower back massage as she does suffer from some pain and apparently he did sports science at uni. I felt my cock twitch as I imagined this young fit guy getting his hands on my wife, even if it was only her lower back. She asked if I was ok with this and I agreed immediately. The following day at work I had mixed feelings, strange excitement that my wife seemed to have the hots for this guy 7 years younger than her, but also nerves.