She could feel tingling from her breasts to her pussy, it felt like a hundred little jolts of electricity. He moved his hand from her wrists and now h...d both breasts in his hands, squeezing and sucking; thoroughly enjoying her squirming and moans of pleasure. He lowered his head and started to lick and kiss his way down her body, kissing everywhere but where she needed it most. He trailed his fingers across her calves and thighs, lightly so that it almost tickled. Oh, God he was so close to her. “You are not supposed to like your uniforms, darling!” she said with unbearablesmugness, as though talking to a backward c***d. “Helen and I put a lot of thought intoto ensuring that they would be ridiculously exaggerated caricature of femininity! And ofcourse the whole point of forcing you into this ridiculous garb is so that you will feelutterly shamed and humiliated! And you do, don't you? I didn't tell you this at thebeginning, because you would have kicked up such a fuss. but now…” she. Oh my. I had forgotten about that. What was I going to do about his watching? ‘I might have to close my curtains,’ I teased. ‘You might,’ he smiled as he turned and headed home. I was exhausted and exhilarated as I crashed out on top of my bed, falling immediately into a deep slumber. I never saw the message light blinking on the answering machine until I awoke much later in the day and it was the most disconcerting message you could imagine. ‘Hi Hon,’ my husband’s voice sounded from the tiny. He just kept pounding her like he was trying to drive her through the bed. He flipped her over onto her back and pulled her legs up over his shoulders and continued to fuck her hard and deep. Her moans turned to screams as you could tell he was knocking the bottom out of her little white married pussy with each thrust. He forced her legs down by her ears and was up on his toes pile driving her with his thick veiny monster. She screamed out, "ohh my god i'm gonna fucking come again!" He.