‘Come in,’ Roger called.She opened the door and walked in. She said, ‘I’ve checked with my bank and they say that the rent money has been tran...ferred to your account today.’‘Oh that’s good,’ said Roger, ‘so it should have cleared into my account in about 3 days time.’‘No,’ it’ll be there now,’ Alyson replied.‘OK so that’s seven smacks on the bottom then,’ he said.He was sitting on the sofa and Fiona got up and sat opposite. He pointed at his lap and said, ‘Right, bend over.’Alyson didn’t. She knew that no woman could resist a good pussy-fight, and this one looked a push-over.Mandy dragged Susan over to the circular table; strong male hands lifted them up, grabbing hand-full's of hot fleshy bottoms and thighs and lay them down – heads to the outside, legs interlocked in the centre. Susan was the first to get to her knees and drive her cunt hard into Mandy's. Her wet lips made a perfect squelching noise as it engaged with Mandy's. She squeezed her thighs together, trapping her. She knew of my situation and was married herself with a teen age daughter. We visited like folks do in small firms but one day I stayed late and the office was otherwise empty. She was the last to leave. Before she did she came in to visit with me and, unexpectedly, came over and gave me a wet kiss.I was horny, not having much sex since I was not getting along with my wife for many months. That wet kiss escalated until she pulled up her dress, pulled down her panties, and pulled out my eager. And I mean it. I told you no." Cully, you're not going there." Cully, now no. And I mean it."For a rare instance in our marriage I was the adult. I felt smug."Cully, look!"Momentarily lost in my reverie I found she'd lowered the top of her dress and her breasts were exposed."Cully's not a tit man. Cully's not a tit man. Cully's not a tit man." Sing song/Sing song."You only married me for my butt. That's all you care about, isn't it? You've lusted over it the moment we met and since. I caught.