I became normal and talk to her for the time being. Also she did joke that her position is like the goddess who stepped over her own husband and dance... on him (A Hindu goddess). I argued that I am her son. She said it’s not a matter about son or husband. It is about a man and woman. While talking about the goddess I understood that I am having a hard on. This is because the goddess usually stands/sits nude on her husband’s chest and that picture in my mind made me horny. However, I put her leg. .... and I felt him push up against my naked skin, feeling his arousal so very distinguished at the bottom of my back.'Stop, I need a shower' I said, but he didn't stop. He was holding me very tightly and biting the back of my neck, wanting to get nearer and nearer.I couldn't get away, I didn't want to get away.He forced himself into me, his huge cock pushing very hard into me, making me moan. Where had he been hiding these last few months, this is the man I married, this sexual passionate man.. You're good sweet Carriebut nothing can replace my dear Bettina, especially between my thighs." OK, Nina, you've convinced me. Please let me out of these cuffs. I'llbe good, I promise." I've been with uglier women than Bettina and atthis stage any warm receptacle would be heaven."Yes my dear, and please remember that should you try anything violent,it won't end well for you. Fifth Dan Black Belt for Bettina. Not thatany of that nonsense will happen, will it, dear Carrie?"I shook my head no, and. You gonna lead of follow?Then came the reply. You win, written on the inside of his arm. Then on the other arm, something that made Jossy gasp. A phone number.Jossy stood there watching those two tanned arms outstretched, wondering what to do. Then as she put the binoculars down she saw that piece of paper patiently waiting for her on the table, a single black line unsullied by any decision, weighed down with the bottle. She glugged another glass of the Grenache and then reached for the.