He's just too damned accurate with that thing!I was getting plenty of attention now, my tits on fire from repeated impacts of the knotted lash. As usu...l, I whimpered and squirmed and complained, for all the good it would do me. John knows just how much I can really take, and make sure I'm never shorted. Only when he was satisfied with how well striped I was in front did he take me down and let me undress completely. Hoping to impress him with my obedience, I was quick to hop up on zhe table and. I thrust them in and out again and again, deeper each time. I can feel the soft spongy opening of my womb. I rub my clit until the combination of the sensations nearly drive me to distraction. I am moaning and writhing on the bed. It is not my hand but Jack's hand, doing these wonderful things to me. Jack realizes that I can no longer tell him what I am feeling, but he has a pretty good idea of just how close I am to the fulfillment of a roaring climax. "That's it baby, work your cunt for. David said something about being mostly water and proteins, remember that?” Michael stared at him unsure where this was heading. “I think I remember y’all saying it was a great idea and we should have been doing it all along, right?”“What’s y’all point, Mitch?” he huffed glaring upward at his brother-in-law standing above them.“My point is since yesterday y’all thought it was such a great idea, I think we should still do it, right guys?” he asked turning toward the men sprawled out under shade. I've never really understood the logic there, but it wasn't exactly a hardship. Besides, Doug stayed with me and we sat sipping Glenfiddich until quite late, reminiscing."You know, Ted," he commented after a while, "Kathy and you had a good marriage, and you obviously loved each other. Nobody could have cared more for her towards the end and I know losing her was a blow..."I looked at him, nodded, and wondered where he was going."This isn't a criticism," he said, "it's a comment. You and Helen.