" Bill ... take a ball peen hammer out to the truck ... that truck is near perfect, you went to a lot of trouble to remove all the wrinkles and imperf...ctions. The wrinkles and imperfections are the sins of that trucks life. You removed them with loving kindness. More or less, you've forgiven the sins of the truck. You get what I'm trying to say here?" I think so. You're saying the truck is a mirror of my soul. It's as perfect as I can make it.I'm God and I've taken away the sins of the truck?". Standingbehind my pretty wife, I unzipped her slim businessskirt and lowered it gently down her long lovely legs.After I knelt to tug down her delicately laced oystersatin half slip, she lifted her feet one at time,freeing the skirts. I carefully hung the jacket andskirt in her closet and deposited the slinky half slipin the hamper. When I returned, the two women were oncemore locked in a long wet kiss. Quietly, so as not todisturb them, I knelt at my wife’s feet to help her outof the. The shopkeeper kissed me in front of the others and he told me that they were his brothers. It almost made me flee from there, but the shopkeeper’s stern voice made me obey his commands. I had fallen into his trap and now he was going to have some fun with me.He told me to get on all fours on the floor and I obeyed. He stayed behind me and I felt his fingers on my pussy again.He certainly knew where to rub me to get me to purr, and soon I was again ready to be fucked by him or his brothers. I. Trying to stifle your emotions, keep a stiff upper lip as the headmaster administered a short, sharp shock. Sometimes even the English flag reminded her of spanking, to her it resembled two angry red stripes on milky white flesh. Her fantasies of punishment and control weren’t something she’d ever felt able to share with her husband, or any of her boyfriends before him. It just seemed too kinky, so it had remained her dirty little secret, tucked away in the dark corners of her mind. After her.