The anticipation was killing me. But when the timer inside my head went off, I opened my laptop, went to a porn site, took out my cock and stroked it ...hile watching some lucky dude fuck a hot a blonde. I admit I came rather quickly.As I showered, I came to the sad realization that jerking-off was not enough. I wanted something more. I wanted to fuck a woman younger than my wife. I wanted to fuck someone who wasn’t my wife. I decided I was finally going to see an escort. My cock once again got. The memory was impossible to evade, though, and she found herself realizing all over again that she had actually betrayed her own husband behind his back. She had allowed another man, a low class stranger, to seduce her and had actually responded to the debasing experience like some cheap whore whose existence depended upon the presence of a hard male penis between her legs. The slight soreness in her ravaged genitals was a small enough price to pay for the adulterous way that she had behaved. That's why!" reasserting my authority. As you reluctantly bent over my lap, I raised my hand to deliver the first blow. Parroting a line I often heard as a kid, I mocked, "This is gong to hurt me more than it does you." The first loud crack to your ass cheek stung sharply. It felt good to share in the first sting of your spanking. "That wasn't so bad." you taunted. "Is this my punishment for leaving you stranded? Hmmm? If so, I guess your anger was all fabricated." The second slap landed. I cried bitter tears when I thought you had been killed in the market place, with all the others. I hated my parents, believing that they had you killed. And then, when you came to kill them, you left me behind, to escape with Birte!"Joerg sat up, too, looking at her incredulously."You felt for me? Hildburg, whenever I spoke to you, you averted your face. I thought you scorned me, I thought you were aloof." Aloof? Me? I was shy and tongue tied whenever I saw you, and I felt rejected whenever.