" Now you're being silly, Teresa. So tell me. How did things go for you? Did you and your husband fix your problems?" No. No. That's over and done wit... long ago. And my second husband decided just this last year that his young secretary needed him more than I did. So my problems are fixed, in a way. They're both out of my life."As she spoke my grip on her hand had tightened. I could feel her trembling a little. Her words were not describing how she was actually effected about her troubles. She. I'm liking this too much. I grabbed the gigantic dildo and swapped the smaller one out with it. I lubed up and tried to go right back in. It wasn't hapoening. This huge dick was just too much. I slapped him across the ass and demand ed for him to loosen up and let me in. I pushed and pushed. I saw it slowing slipping in and all of a sudden it was like something ripped. The cock went right on in and he let out a serious scream. "Do you like that?" I asked. "No not really" he replied. "What the. Supply as many details as you can as you visualize yourself standing there. Concentrate very hard and keep telling yourself that you are beside the tree, just as in your visualization. Now do it!"Bobby did his best to follow instructions, but he seemed not to be making any progress. Suddenly, he felt a kind of dislocation in his mind, followed by a chill breeze on his skin. He heard Storm Who Walks gasping for breath, he was laughing so hard. Bobby opened his eyes to see what was so funny and. He runs it down my spine, gently, leaving a tingling trail of anticipation down to my lower back, where he suddenly stops. Almost before I can register the movement, he moves his hand back and uses the belt to deliver a stinging blow to my backside. I gasp and he pushes me forward, facedown across the bed. I feel his hand caressing me, kneading the skin he has just bruised. The gentleness is brief, though, and the belt comes down again, inches below the first blow. The initial stinging pain.