" You mean you've spent your whole life in the bottoms; never been acrossthe bridge?" Oh, hell no. I got out when I was sixteen, when people figured o...t I wason the wrong side, and didn't come back for forty five years, and mostpeople had forgot me. Went to the city. Then I followed a beau to Spain.That was in '36. You know about Spain in '36, Captain?"I nodded and she went on. "I was on the wrong side there too. Of course,it was the right side until about twelve, fifteen, years later; funny. It might not have been that big of a deal to me, but it might have meant a lot to Sandy. I wanted to apologize to her but she wouldn't listen. She told me to go find a slut and take my anxieties out on her."Well, go fuck your damn stranger. See if I care." Why was I saying this? Did I have a death wish for my marriage? I went to the bedroom door to apologize when I heard her crying from the inside. I just shook my head and slept on the couch. I figured I would talk with her first thing in the. He licked it though, feeling it with just the tip of his tongue. Her hips were crazy, waving back and forth, in a motion her body dictated to her. It was as old as time, and as new as the morning yet to come. It was the rythm of love, and of mating, and procreation. It could bring on offspring, or simply testify to one's love for the other. It could bring forth families, or just bring pleasure.He kissed around her navel, feeling her tummy quiver from the tickles it caused, and once more. The saddle is saturated in her juices, which she licks off, before sucking each nipple in turn.After a brief respite she selects the third clamp, which has a small egg shaped weight attached to it, again with elastic. She stands in front of the mirror, and with her left hand works her clit down until the hard lump of her pleasure parts is between her fingers. With her right hand she attaches the clamp, struggling to muffle a scream when it bites. She thrusts and gyrates her hips while watching.